Augusta was visibly disappointed that Leuca decided to go with Isidore instead, though she made sure the elf girl didn't see it.  She wondered if Isidore caught sight of it though.  It was only for a couple of seconds before she turned to go towards the tower but, it was what it was.  "Dug my own grave there didn't I?"  She mentioned as she turned and headed toward the tower.

She tried to keep her chin up, however.  And she didn't let the stares get her down.  In fact, she was taking it in stride. Yes.  She would allow these subterranean elves the chance to gaze upon her as she walked.  Though, the slightly ripped dress she was wearing might have been part of it.  Still, she gave a smile to those that quite obviously looked at her.  Then, she finally came closer to the tower and it loomed over her.  She started to get cold feet about talking to anyone that might have inhabited here.  Perhaps they lived in an ivory tower and had little idea of the outside.  Well, perhaps.  Though if she could share in their knowledge that would be wonderful.  

Her expectations, however, were correct at first.  As the guard of the place basically told her to scram.  Of course, to this provocation, Augusta scowled and was about to say something rather rude right back, but then another voice spoke up.  Her scowl faded into a look that clearly said she wasn't entertained with what was going on.  A general confusion would do that to an individual.

This other voice belong to a fairly beautiful elven woman with an outfit almost skimpy enough to think she belonged across the street at the brothel. Though, she had to wonder if beauty was a good metric to measure for elves since they all seemed to be so.  Perhaps she was biased.  Either way, the woman had told the guard to stand down with... A fairly dangerous threat.  And she believed her when she said it too. How bizarre this world was.

She looked the guard in the eye before heading in after who she assumed was the master of this tower. She pondered the term "milk-skin" as she entered.  Well, she shouldn't be surprised about any slur or things of the sort.  The place was quite amazing.  An odd cross between what she had thought reading Harry Potter and some warlock's abode in any fantasy material.  She couldn't hide her amazement as she looked around.  As the woman suggested starting with names and low-key threatening her, Augusta quickly looked at her for her information.  Of course, yet another lack of information.  Perhaps it was dealing with Sorcha, but she felt a lot more composed.  Perhaps, it was due to the fact that her information told her there was something blocking her from getting more information.  Might as well start talking with her.

"Yes, well, I didn't feel you were going to harm me or else you would have just nabbed me off the street and done what you would."  Of course, the woman saying that meant to imply that she was either just that powerful or that she had a great handle on this place.  Either way, it meant not poking the bear.  She might as well start. 

"Regardless, you are right.  My name is Augusta.."  She paused for a second.  She had never gave this persona of hers a surname. Was it necessary?  Railey nor Sorcha had one.  Still, it was better to have one than not.  "...Aquilonia."  She considered using just the word Aquila. Eagle.  But that alone with Augusta felt odd to hear.  So rather, she went with Aquilonia, based from a battle of the same name during the ending years of the Third Samnite War.  

"Augusta Aquilonia, yes.  Just Augusta is fine."  The Sirithen looking woman mentioned, trying to give a show of being friendly.  "My companion here is Octavia."  She added, motioning to her demon pup before her.  "It is a pleasure to meet you..."  She didn't have a name to fill the gap with so her voice trailed off, hoping to be filled in from there.