The angry councilmen was about to strike out before they all fell silent, even Maximilian, turning to the rear doors and bowing. The doors had opened slowly and a figure had stepped out amongst them. She was a sight to behold, too bad she was so covered up. An hourglass shrouded in darkness, a veil over all but her bright yellow eyes, long silver hair falling down to the small of her back, shimmering in the light. She stopped just before Garrick, looking him once over before speaking. "Sir Garrick...How fares you after your travels?" she asked softly, the stunned council wordless. They thought she was angry, but she seemed quite pleased to see Garrick here.