Looking over shoulder after she gave the girl an bright smile, a dark and tall servant of hers protrudes from the shadows. He seemed of an African descendent, golden shackles trough his ears and eyebrows, he was a terrifying sight to behold. Dressed in a black leather outfit, tightly fitting but concealing enough of what weapons he might have been carrying. The 7 ft tall man looked down at his misstress as she talked quickly in french what she wanted, her white gloved hands moving along with her words as she explained the girls situation.<br/><br/>"........... c'est que ça va?" She ended her words, turning back to the young girl as she explained:<br/><br/>"Moola' will bring us to t'e 'otel, after we 'ave found you a nice bat' and a place to dry up, one of my servants will bring you some new clot'es. I 'ope you are not 'eavily wounded?"<br/><br/>Yvonne smiled brightly, glad that she had convinced the girl to come along with her, instead of hiking off with the unknown stranger. He might look welldressed and have fine manners, but his eye reeked of a golem, and if there was one thing she detested the most in her life, it was a golem!<br/><br/>The tall dark guard had found his place back in the shadows, grabbing a young frail looking girl by her shoulder and yelling french at her. The girl trembled and casted her eyes at Emilia, as if she tried to remember the look and sizes of the young girl, before running of in a hurry towards the upper city.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>