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</div><br/>It had been a trying journey from Ark-Monarch to Tempest, not the least because of the company rather than the cold. She had joined a trade caravan out of convenience, thinking that the presence of other travelers and their heavily-laden conveyances of goods would somehow make the trip more pleasant. She had imagined fascinating conversations with educated and interesting people to pass away the time.<br/><br/>How wrong she had been.<br/><br/>It had been smelly and slow, and those that did try to engage her in conversation only seemed interested in talking about the weather (Yes, it is cold today. It is always cold.) or their various complaints. And worse of all were the ill-behaved children that had harassed her constantly to pet her familiar, and one had touched her with its sticky hands and left a smear of something on the fur of her coat. The whole experience had grated on her nerves near to the breaking point, but they had finally arrived at Ark-Tempest and she had excused herself as quickly as she was able with a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>With her destination in sight, she weaved through the crowds and picked her way delicately over the slushy streets, trying her best to keep from getting too much muck and filth on her boots and trousers. Her impression of the great Ark was … not wholly objectionable. It was busy and dirty, but that was to be expected. Rather, she decided to hold her judgements until she arrived at the Arcaneum.<br/><br/>The rush of warmed air that greeted her as she stepped within the reception room was welcome, and she paused just beyond the threshold to brush a stray bit of hair back from her forehead and to gain her bearings. Her traveling gear was fairly common - layered trousers, knee-high boots, a furred vest over a crimson tunic and a heavy fur-lined cloak over it all. Her gear was in as impeccable condition as could reasonably be maintained after a journey, and she had taken the time to brush and style her hair on the ride in so that she was presentable. A touch of cosmetics around her eyes and on her lips added a perfect amount of color to her pale features. Her pointed ears were pierced and in the left was set a gleaming red gem that looked like a tiny ember shard.<br/><br/>With a confident step, she approached the desk and its attendant. Neatly cutting her way into the small group of people that were already gathered in front of it, she nodded a curt, but polite greeting to the bullywug. “Kethrylia Mithrane. I’m here regarding the expedition.” Her voice had a soft, sultry, breathless quality to it that was in contrast with her aloof expression. On her shoulder, a small snowy owl rotated its head about to stare at the other three with dark amber eyes the same hue as the high elven woman’s.