Mizrel slids off from her perch in front of Jacques, and immediately has to grab onto the stirrup to keep from falling down as her legs refuse to work properly. The long ride here had strained her legs. After a few moments, she forces her legs to work and stands. "Joseph, come and help me." She says, holding her arm out for her bodyguard to assist.<br/><br/>To Jacques, "I'd like to talk to you inside. Go and see to your horse." She nods to him and walks inside carefully. Quick glances flick ab out the room then she focuses on the few people inside and what their reaction to a wet dark elf would be. The sight she presented had to be startling. Her soaked robes, black face and wet white hair plastered to her head and shoulders.