It had taken the better part of two days to assemble the outfit. Fortunately a few gold coins could purchase almost anything in a city like Nuln. She stepped out into the square dressed in an outfit of tight highly polished black leather. It had been cut for someone slimmer than she and it hugged her body distractingly. A stole of fine grey silk was draped over her shoulders and a silver amulet depicting the Owl of Vernea hung around her neck. Her fine blond hair and been pulled back into a pair of extremely severe braids that were held in place with silver pins. She walked across the square, attempting to control her natural impulse to sashy, but she still turned heads. That was part of the reason she had chosen not to alter the costume for a better fit. It was important she be seen, be noticed. It also had the added benefit of letting her dress up for Neil.

She reached the fountain at the center of the platz at about the same time Neil did. Emmaline paused for a moment as though resting from the heat. A moment later Neil arrived also, taking a seat on the stone beside her. The began to talk, going through the script they had laboriously prepared. At several points during the conversation, when natural quiets fell, she laughed loudly. At least once the dean looked over at her. Once they reached the end of the script she rose and passed a piece of parchment to Neil. It was theatre, the parchment was blank, but it cemented the idea for any onlookers that something had passed between them. After that Emmaline stood up and headed over towards where the dean was making his report.

"Dean Lebowitz Von Wickenbach," she called from the edge of the perimeter. He turned and glanced at her. The dean's eyes were conflicted. On the one hand, he had a mans appreciation for a pretty woman. On the other he had the beauracrats distaste for a Justicar. Practitioners of the law were never viewed with favor by such men.

"Justicar," he said with a thin veneer of neutral politeness.

"I am new in Nuln and would like to call on the school about a professional matter, an improperly dismissed student," she said. The Dean shook his head.

"You must speak to the clerks tomorrow Frauline," he declared and turned away from her. Emmaline kept her face placid and professional as she headed out of the square. It wasn't until she turned a corner that her smile spread across her face.