His words interrupted the thoughts that filled her head. Ideas and plans of what to do in this early meeting. Talea wasn't fond of politics nor did she care much for anyone besides her own kind. But alas, her master seemed to be quite interested in the England's affair, leading him to send out his most trusted subject. Her head turned sharply, followed by streams of black hair. Her green eyes meeting his before offering the man a weak smile.<br/><br/>His words were hard to comprehend, yes she also had an accent but you could atleast understand her even with the rolling R's and so on. Her brow raised curiously at the man, pausing her step allowing him to catch up to her. Either he was drunk or crazy. By his scent, she figured it was the former. Her eyes widen once they focused on a spirit that followed him. A woman, young, pretty and drenched in blood. Her kind always believed that the living and the dead shared the same world, and that at times some souls would wander about unknowingly altering the lives of mortals. She usually used this to her advantage, speaking with them in  homunculi ancient tongue to acquire information. This caused others to claim her to be  a traveling fortune teller. Her skills would land her before dukes and lords who seeked some sort of 'heavenly' advice. Fools.<br/><br/>Suddenly, the soul she had stolen moments ago reacted to the shift of 'worlds' causing Talea's head to sting harshly with memories that belonged to him. Closing her eyes, trying to control the wild soul that filled her, she could feel his anger and confusion. As quickly as the pain claimed her, it left. Leaving her to open her green eyes and focus on the man.<br/><br/>"It isn't polite to stop a lady -?" She used that word freely.Her voice was a bit weak but she played it off with ease. "To question her. Didn't your parents teach you any manners." By the looks of it, she would guess no.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>