Ãsta knocked once more, a little harder when she clearly heard loud voiced coming from somewhere in front of her. A man and a slightly younger woman, if she was any judge. "I'm sorry to disturb you," she called out, a hint of amusement in her voice. Her eyes darted to the left as a falcon materialized a few feet from her.<span style="font-style: italic">Not to worry, Ragnar can keep an eye on him.</span>"May I please come in? I'm a Crotyre like you, you can trust me." She let her hand drop with a sigh. What ever happened to basic politeness?<span style="font-style: italic">Although I suppose knocking on strange people's doors or windows isn't exactly polite.</span>