[h1][CENTER][color=fff79a][u]Eleanor[/u][/color][/CENTER][/h1]

Eleanor stared at the ceiling for a good moment stoically. She had been attacked on the road, and she put up quite a fight, if the bruises on her person were of any indication. Of course, all of her belongings were taken, except for something important she hid away on her person. Every bit of nature that hid her appearance is now gone. 

A small smile breaks onto her face.

The plan worked. 

Now...it's all a matter of whether her faith is misplaced or not. 

She moves to the armoire, filled with clothes suited to the owner's opulent taste. After inspecting the clothes carefully, she decided to wear a refined dress. Not only did it show her bruises from her fight, but it also could be adjusted for better survival, considering what is to come. 

She exits the room to see her soon-to-be compatriots. Just seeing them...her goals clearly became just a little more difficult. But she'll have to manage. She listens as the goblin, the aquatic looking woman, and an impatient man, clearly referring to the servants as food, speak. Indeed...her goals just became drastically difficult. 

She sighs quietly. Well, there was no use in putting off her entrance any longer. Especially after seeing that glint in Mortimer's eyes. While she did get a little schadenfreude in knowing that he's realized the underlings' massive screwup, she knew better. [I]Knowing Mortimer's nature, she needs to be careful here...[/I] 

For now, she will have to be as pleasant as possible...

She then clears her throat, and she speaks up with a practiced and polite smile on her face, "[color=fff79a]While I do not appreciate how...[i]roughly[/I] I was handled while I was on my way home, your hospitality is greatly appreciated,[/color]" 

She moves deliberately to sit across a figure wearing the bear mask. 

She knows it's too late to turn back. But she wanted to be seen before everything takes place. She wanted the horror to sink in.