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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Grounds: Eventually Seat I
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Charisma
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	It had been a long journey and one that had been far too delayed. An ornate carriage with a single driver dressed in black controlled the reigns. The breath of the horses rising as they pulled up to the locked gate. The man reached back and the door swung open. A woman dressed in a corset and tights gave a moved lithely down the steps and to the ground. In her hand a smaller instrument case and a leather satchel in the other. She shivered in the cold, how foolish of her to forget to wear warming clothing but she had been in a rush. The man hopped down and took a trunk from the top of the carriage. Both walked towards the Gate. [color=a187be]"Excuse me, please if I may,"[/color] she said lifting her chin and projecting her voice as the man accompanying her walked up behind her, towering over her small stature. Yet, the way they walked she seemed more present than he. 

	[i]Cassius looked towards the gate and rode his horse over. "If you are here for the group you are late." His voice was harsh and scolding.[/i]

	The womans chin did not lower, her shoulders squaring as she stood there. There was a nod and then she spoke, kindly and remorsefully. [color=a187be]"Yes, I know. Our carriage broke a wheel. My man here worked as swiftly as possible. I apologize and should you not let me through, it would be no ones fault but my own. I beg of you though Sir. Do please allow me to enter." [/color] She stood there in anticipation but surprisingly enough perhaps, Cassius motioned for Leo to unlock the gate. [color=a187be]"Thank you a thousand times good sirs,"[/color] she said as she handed over the invitation and her man handed over the trunk. He left. She did not. 

	Once the gate was closed and locked behind her she made her way quickly over towards where others were sitting. Owen motioning to take a seat. She smiled under her mask, it barely being seen. Her shoulders hunched slightly as she found a seat as best she could, away from those that were already seated. Resting herself down she lay the satchel in her lap and the case a top of that. Goosebumps raised on her exposed arms as she crossed her ankles. Lowering her head, her hair fell to cover her face and mask. Breathing slowly and waiting.