Tannow was not in the manor proper, but out in the massive green field of its backyard. This place, framed at its distant edges by careful rows of trees, would likely play host to the majority of the party. On this night, however, it was empty, and a warm breeze rolled over the grass. Tannow was, or at least seemed to be alone as the elf discovered him. He stood, eyes upward towards the fading blue sky. "Yes, #74?" As he turned to face her, the man realized how fortunate he'd been to use her number rather than a name. With the small smile on her lips and her hairstyle changed, he really didn't know which side of her he was speaking to. "It's a nice night, or it will be soon anyway."