"Shyalla's..." Emmaline bit back the remainder of the oath as the apprentice from inside suddenly appeared beside her. How he had managed that without coming through the door behind her she couldn't imagine. She took a deep breath and composed herself, trying to think of what a noblewoman would do in such a situation. Probably ignore the impertinence with a lofty sniff, but she was bored and her part in the con already played, or nearly so.

"No one made me do anything," she said in a lofty tone. It hung there for a moment before she softened.

"I am from Altdorf yes," she confirmed, shivering slightly at the chill in the air. It was amazing that beween he peticoat, the dress and corset that she could still be cold.

"Marguerite von Vissenbach."