The Lady walked thru the bustle of the town in a manner that made it hard to follow. Literally stepping out out of midair from a tiny side street by the city gate. She approach this or that merchant, cut thru a tavern, inn, shop and another woman of similar build would come  out another entrance.  Typically, tucking something she picked up on the way into a discreet pocket or pouch. Towards the end of her circuit of the town, she stepped into one shadowy alley and 'The Lady' stepped out of an alley across from the Thorn & Talon.  Regal and imperious, cloaked in magic that declared her presence her presence as she strode thru traffic and into the building.<br/><br/>As she walked thru the building, she acquired an entourage of staff. Messages, missives, sealed letters, and notes were handed to her or plucked from hands by her unseen servants that followed her bearing them and a dusty bottle of wine and a covered dish straight from the kitchen. She proceeded alone, aside from the two magical servants, into the meeting room and stride towards her place at the table. Close to head of the table to be on hand if needed but not any particular spot of distinction.<br/><br/>She uncovered her dish and smiled at the delicate steak as she opened the bottle and poured herself a glass before turning to the pile of communiques that were her main task when not wandering the halls of power. There were the few tentative queries to 'commission' someone, most of those got passed on to the 'right' person for the job. Others were notes dealing with moves by the dozens of people she watched to feel the pulse of the courts. Lastly, there were her liaisons, personal encounters to be engineered to her specifications, which let her lead events in ways profitable to the Chior and keep the peace of the realms.