<b>Carriage of the Duke of Ostbering<br/>
</b><br/>As Kalina had hoped, the door flung open, and its lone passenger came to receive her. As befitting the noble designs of the carriage, the man was dressed smart, sharp, and seemed to quickly take stock of her situation before addressing her once more. But she had little time to truly examine the man at this very moment, nodding quickly, gasping her words between her soft red lips. "Please, let me in - hurry!" She begged, passing a quick glance to the men turning the corner. For now, they seemed to pause - to hold their position and look away, aware she was talking to someone. Handling her was part of the job, but handling anyone else would be too much hassle, even for ruffians like them.<br/><br/>She quickly returned her attention to the man in the carriage, her jade-green eyes wide and pleading, clutching at the edges of the carriage doors. "Please help me-" She pleaded once more, though she made no move to enter herself, not without his permission or his aid. Even in such a desperate situation she would not be rude. Not here, anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>