Lady de Winter strode through the marketplace and past one of the local tavers, one she knew to be a favoured gathering place for the King's Musketeers. Under other circumstances, she avoided this place, as the Musketeers' rivalry with the Cardinal's Red Guards often erupted into fisticuffs and crossed swords.<br/><br/>However, in light of the Cardinal's latest commission to her, she needed to cultivate the attention of handsome young men who were often in attendance at the Palace. The Musketeers certainly fit that bill, and she had an aspiring young man in mind; one whose talents as a lover she'd already confirmed. She smiled at the thought.<br/><br/>She peers in the window of the tavern and spies young d'Artagnan sitting with two of his comrades. The others had their backs towards the window and the door, but her chosen young cavalier sat opposite, facing the door.<br/><br/>She raised the hood of her cloak and entered the tavern. Passing their table behind the two Musketeers, she pulls her hood back far enough for only d'Artagnan to see her visage. Smiling at the lad and placing a finger over her lips to indicate discretion, she nods to an empty table in a dark corner, which she glides to and sits, pulling her hood back into place.<br/><br/>From her vantage point she can observe the larger, and more finely dressed, of d'Artagnan's friends, but the face of the third is still partial obscured. Something about him, though...