<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/CLUYpfJ.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Briza<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Valen, open<br/><br/>It was fast approaching the cool hours of dusk when a coal black carriage began rolling into the humble settlement of Winterhold. It was an expensive carriage, led by two black steeds gold plated embroidery gracing it's sides. At the doors there was a single coat of arms, the twisted markings of the The New Black Briar meadery. Inside Briza sat, comfortably brushing the her long dark legs as she first began to hear the excitement pouring in from her old home. She knew many would recognize the carriage, she'd made frequent trips to the college to garner supplies for her research since she had left for Riften.<br/><br/>Briza knew it was different this time. She'd been called back, the Grand Conjurer finding herself in a pinch. She knew the Breton was capable, so if she was having this many troubles, then something was surely amiss. Looking up from the manicuring of her skin, she regarded the driver whom sat on the veiled bench above her compartment.<strong>"We shouldn't trouble the college yet, my dear. Pull us into the Frozen hearth, and get my girl's rested from the long trip. They deserve it."</strong>She mentioned casually to the Nord, whom nodded back to her without any form of delay.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes Lady Briza. Twill be done."</strong>The assurance brought at a wry smile to The Dark Elf's lips, and she swept her legs back in front of her as she felt the carriage coming to a gentle stop. She waited until her driver opened the door, and then stepped out one leg at a time. Straightening her garment in a dignified manner, she gave the driver but a simple nod before making her way into the lively establishment. With careful eyes, the grim lady took assessment of the patrons  enjoying themselves inside. It was about the type of scene she remembered, drunken camaraderie with only a hint of debauchery to it.<br/><br/>That was of course something Briza could fix, however, so with those thoughts she began to make her way further past the crowds. It wasn't long before she reached the desk where rooms were given, and she produced a few spetims as she eyed the innkeep.<strong>"One night; and do keep me form being disturbed, if you please."</strong>The request was spoken coyly, but it was obvious the inkeep caught her meaning as he took up the extra coins she had offered. Nodding his head, the man gave her a single well made key. She wasted no time snatching it up, and slowly slid the metal into the bodice of her dress before turning again to the crowd.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before Briza's red eyes spotted the bosmer sitting at a table, and from her guess he was a college mage. The garb fit, as did his genuine gentile actions.<em>He'd be a good place to start.</em>She ventured the thought, and despite being the tree hugging variety; he was a still a mer. That alone had her sold, so with swaying hips she approached the table he sat at.<strong>"Not often I get the pleasure of speaking with another mage. Rarer do I see that mage also chance to be a mer."</strong>She announced her presence with a welcoming smile, eyes still regarding the bosmer with careful intent.<br/><br/><strong>"Mind if I have a seat, handsome?"</strong>Briza asked gently, her hand resting the table as she tapped her fingers lightly against he sturdy wood. The tapping was more to indicate the ring gracing her fourth digit. It was a soul gem capped band, with mystic engravings marking her a master instructor for the college. She wagered that'd get his attention, at-least well enough for him to accept her offer to sit with him. She still kept the pleasant smile on her face, though. Stance languid, even if she seemed perfectly attentive to the situation.