A tug, that inevitable pull that comes from nothing, that hits your mind and says, 'pay attention!', snaps Millicent back into focusing at her surroundings. She senses unease, and that is to be expected; hell this place made even HER uneasy.<br/><br/>With a slight turn of her body, she looks around the tavern at the people within, taking a moment to look at each pair of eyes, giving a nod to greet them and a slight smile if they happened to return the glance.<br/><br/>The pair that had passed, the intensely beautiful woman that held death near her somehow, was now whispering to the gent she entered with. Their overall stature together was quite different from when they entered. Both now closer, cheeks flushed, a bit of a flirt in each other's gestures, gave Millicent a bright smile. Ah, such a sobering emotion to see happening before her. It was for people as this that she did her job, and did it well. To bring this type of emotion a peace in an otherwise chaotic world.<br/><br/>Millicent was not a bad soul, just as any other in life, she had a job to do. So many became uneased by her presence that did not need to, she was there to help them. She understood they could not understand this, and her overall presence did indeed cause restlessness and a sense of forbode and death. Of course, it should; she was there to take it. Delivering it, no, she was not capable of. In time, yes, she would deliver death and take souls, but now, in her early years, she was simply a messenger of sorts.<br/><br/>She did not choose whom stayed nor went, she was not given names or faces. She collected the dark souls only, others collected the good spirits. Those souls she took, needed dealt with. It was not a pretty job nor an easy one, the hunt itself dangerous. At times they fought even in the death of the body, but, she got the job done. One way or another.<br/><br/>As she turned and gave the pair their necessary privacy, bringing her attention back to the men at her table, her eyes caught site of the boy again. He nervously fidgeting near the entry door, staring at their table. It was not her place to invite to a table she did not 'own' to begin with, but she could help him feel at ease. She knew from the conversation his name, as well as his desire to work for this Kell man, and felt his reluctance to leave the man. Odd, given the man was so protective of himself; again nudging Millicen'ts thoughts he had something to hide.<br/><br/>"excuse me a moment," she exclaims rather quietly, and stands, nudging her way towards the boy.<br/><br/>Upon approaching him, her hands pull behind her back, and she rocks back on her heels, looking down at him with a gently, almost motherly gaze. She smiles, and glances at a small table next to the one Kell and the seekers have chosen, nodding towards it.<br/><br/>"I think perhaps you'd like to sit, Jimmy? I could use the company as well if you don't mind? Maybe you could tell me about Kell? I'm kind of new here."<br/><br/>Millicent pauses now, biting at the inside of her cheek, glancing down. She seldom, rarely, usually never offers her name, and chooses to with this lad.<br/><br/>"I'm Millicent, Jimmy. Pleased to meet you."