Clanette cursed in the exact ways she had been told not to by the faith as she hurried down the path to reach the meeting point. [i]Stendarr have mercy on me for my punctuality![/i] She fumed, finally reaching the courtyard of the Skingrad Company Headquarters; yes! This was the place. She took a moment in the clearing, straightening her appearance and trying to look as stoic as possible. She'd worked up quite a sweat, unused to the warmer southern climes so she cast a quick cantrip to refresh herself and splashed some rosewater across her neck to give herself a boost. Divines curse her, but if she was going to be late she would make sure she wasn't going to be late [i]and[/i] in a shambles.

She shuffled in just as the briefing was ending, the Breton noted. Too many eyes flicked her way for Clanette to be comfortable, but there was nothing to be done now. While a robed Argonian asked questions she adjusted her amulet of Stendarr to be as prominent as she could make it. It was her symbol of office, and her pass into this rag-tag crew.

An Imperial who looked to be in relative charge spoke a name that was familiar to Clanette. Flavia, the imperial across the room, was the exact description of the so called 'Legion's Demon'. If this was the same one that came to mind than this was the kind of person Clanette had been sent to stop, or at least temper. This Flavia had stepped on more than a few toes during her time in office, and now that she was away from the legion there was no doubt in Clanette's mind she would get worse. As a vigilant of Stendarr, Clanette gave the Imperial soldier a nod from across the room, hoping to get off on a good foot.