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Ah, Norway! The land of vikings! The land of cold! The land of raids, Jarls, dragons, Valkyries and swedish metal. All were wonderful things that anyone with any amount of culture would enjoy, yes. She was glad to finally visit a land with such rich history in her travels. After the private jet she took to get here, it was a much welcome change of pace! The cold fjords, the local cuisine, ah, it was all so wonderful. And what better way to spend her time than at a top of the line ski resort? Indeed, this was all such a wonderful and good idea, even if this whole thing turned out to be a sham the adventure alone would be worth it.

She probably looked quite out of place among the general attendees of the Resort. Well dressed, a generally well kept appearance and a somewhat cold, haughty demeanor. She walked with a purpose, a pace knowing exactly where she seemed to be going. Indeed, she likely reeked of nobility and upper society. At least, that's what she perceived to be true. After all, how could she look any different? The multiple bags of luggage under her arms were certainly telling. Pushing through the crowd effortlessly, Soraya walked up to the receptionist.

[color=fff200]"Oui?"[/color] Tossing up a bag of luggage onto the counter, Soraya gave her a small, cool smile. [color=fff200]"I would like a stay in your most luxurious room."[/color] Her voice was quiet, muted, and even, betraying no emotion other than mild seeming amusement as she spoke.

"U-uh, beg pardon?" The receptionist blinked mildly in confusion at the sudden request.

[color=fff200]"Ah, and if possible order full room service for dinner tonight, hm? And don't forget to carry the luggage there."[/color]

"W-well, uhm, yes but if I could get-"

[color=fff200]"Excellent. I trust you can arrange everything?"[/color] She pulled out her wallet sliding a few bills onto the counter that was more than enough for everything that she asked. [color=fff200]"Ah, here's a number you can call to contact me if there is any problems. The name is Soraya Labelle."[/color] Before the receptionist could reply once again, Soraya turned to leave, leaving a very flustered and mildly confused receptionist behind. The young starlet didn't respond to any attempts from her to say anything.

Walking over to the couches in the reception area, once again, ignoring the other people present she took a seat next to a rather gruff, serious looking man. Folding legs to sit a fairly lady-like position, she placed her hands on her lap and closed her eyes, inhaling.

[color=fff200]"Norway is quite lovely."[/color] She spoke, seemingly to no one in particular. Or was she talking to Marxion? She hadn't turn to face or otherwise look at him. [color=fff200]"This whole business is quite intriguing as well."[/color] She turned her face towards him finally, smiling coolly on an otherwise neutral expression seemingly expecting a response as she opened her eyes just enough to peer at him.