<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley,  Maybelle Greene, Open<br/><hr/><strong>"It is no intrusion at all."</strong>Marguerite assured her host.  "<strong>I'm quite satisfied, thank you.  Your establishment deserves its reputation for excellence.  I'm not yet settled in, but I foresee no problems in doing so."</strong>At that point she could have dropped the conversation and turned her attention back to Harley, wordlessly dismissing the proprietor.<br/><br/>But after a single swift glance toward the rough-dressed woman to assure herself that she wasn't inviting unwelcome company to the table, she added.<strong>"And I've been remiss myself."</strong>She stood, offering a hand to the lovely woman in the elegant dress.  "<strong>We haven't been introduced, and given my lack of a social network out her in the wilder... here in Gomorra, there is no one to introduce us."</strong><br/><br/>She curtseyed with a smooth and graceful motion, the move unconscious from a lifetime of practice.<strong>"I'm Mrs.  Marguerite Landry, and you know Harley."</strong>She nodded to Harley.<strong>"She tells me that you are Miss Greene?"</strong>She asked, continuing the rather improper introduction necessitated by the situation.<strong>"Would you care to join us at tea, Miss Greene?"</strong>She asked with warmth and a polite but genuine smile.<strong>"I'm afraid we only have to two cups, but I'm sure your staff could remedy that."</strong>There was a playful humor to the final question, a recognition that she was inviting the host to tea in her own establishment.