"It's hardly mine either, don't worry about it." Siobhan understood all too well the difficulty of not speaking a language fluently. She moved through too many countries to know all the languages perfectly, and whilst she had a good grasp of the most important (Mandarin, French Chinese, Arabic and English especially since they got you through almost all of Eurasia and most of Africa) she had been to a [i]lot[/i] of countries where she had to rely on broken speech and heavily sprinkled in English. At least though, there was a plan. To a chalet- one of the hundreds that lay abandonded nowadays unfortunately, and then to an accomplice.

The fact that the woman didn't remember didn't get her hopes up though. Making someone forget something sounded all too easy a trick for a mage to pull off, but she would keep her fears quiet. She would look about as they moved towards the countryside with a pleasant expression on her face. There was something about nature- about the greens and the calmness of it all that put her mind at ease. There was something inherently more pleasant about walking through a field than down an alleyway, after all.

Nature, however, would be shattered once they approached the chalet. It fit the description to a t- run down, rotten, moulded and inhabited by insects and beasts. She could see it, squatting on a hilltop where it clearly didn't belong. She wrinkled her nose before the smell of it had even hit her nose; she knew precisely what she was getting in to here. She had squatted in disused buildings before, after all.

"Let's get this over with."