<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>The whole crew had assembled, excluding the one Julie-Anna simply saw as a brat. She listened for a moment to the idle chatter and banter, devil-born eyes skittering about the faces. Mariana still seemed as clueless as ever, her innocence of the Unknown ways controlling her mind all too easily. And then there was dear, dear Muriel. "Oh? Austrian fellow. You must tell me about him some time, dear Muriel." Those stories of hers were timeless, quite like the angel's mind. Julie-Anna fawned over hearing just one, often allowing herself to sit in an almost trance-like state for hours just to hear about a masquerade festival in Italy or the trade of rare Persian jewels. It made the woman feel alive and knowledgeable of the world. Perhaps that was why she so reveled in the stories. She could be someone else, somewhere else, and live an exciting life during the off season when there was no cattle to prod into the looming castle. Plus, the bragging rights she kind just by being able to tell a glimpse of history and make it sound so real! Oh, how popular she made herself in the town! "Don't you worry, my dear. There will be no such tragedies."<br/><br/>Somehow, she now stood closer to Muriel, a hand placed comfortingly on her shoulder, the other rubbing absentmindedly at the large blood red tear drop that dipped off a silver chain around her neck; a sign to the town that a new feast was just around the corner. During the feast, this tear drop was a dark, dark black, with only veins of red running through it. An authoritative voice, "The festival shall be in full bloom in just a few days. We've got a visitor not to far outside of town now, coming in on a motor cycle; I'll welcome him soon enough. Another group has just arrived; a band, I believe. Bunch of strange creatures; Elizabeth will meet with them. They look healthy enough, so perhaps I'll even ask they play a concert. That's already a fill for each of you, though probably not a great idea to kill off an entire band, so I expect there to be many more very soon."<br/><br/>A quick glance downwards gave evidence to what was on her mind. "I hope that young Paul is being well taken care of. I will not have the chance to visit today, so please be sure to send my regards." The statement was directed at the women, knowing they were the only ones the boy would acknowledge. "The Sparrows will befriend your prospective... clients over the next few days, then send them up on their way to whomever we feel would be best suited for each." Voice rising slightly for the hearing of the girl perched on the stairs. "And don't worry, I'll even keep you in mind." Hands clapping together, Julie-Anna Crane gave a grand smile, lips curling slowly upwards at the edges, eyes flashing a look of mischief. "Any questions?"