<div align="center">Catriona idly noted Lilith's departure, then returned her attention to the pale-faced dwarven attendant waiting for her instruction. She began running through the options in her head, there were so many things for her to do. She had met one of the demons, she knew of the other fae representative, though she had no particular opinion on him. She supposed she could visit her quarters and set it up to her liking, possibly have them remove the bed and bring her furniture that she would actually have a use for. She would rather get that done as soon as possible, so she supposed that was where she would begin. After all, she would likely be spending the majority of her nights continuing her research in her room. And no one was entirely certain how long the representatives would be prisoners in this place. Well treated prisoners, perhaps, but prisoners nonetheless.<br/><br/>"Take me to my room, I wish to assess how many things will need to be changed," Catriona finally said to the attendant, and then followed the little mortal inside. The halls were lined with burning torches, likely keeping the warmth of the fire within the cold stones around them. Her bare feet made no noise as she followed the dwarf through the decorated palace to the collection of rooms the representatives were to be housed in. "Wait here for my return, I still have need of you," she ordered the dwarf as she entered her room and closed the door behind her with a careless wave of her hand.<br/><br/>As the door closed silently behind her, Catriona momentarily dispelled her illusion. She had no reason to display a fake form to herself, she certainly knew the reality of her situation. Long dead, centuries old, and powerful. Losing all feeling and bodily functions was hardly a bad trade for such things, in her opinion.<br/><br/>With the illusion gone, she took several moments to examine the room they had provided her. It was bigger than she had expected, well decorated, and there was certainly enough room for her to set it up however she desired. The canopy bed was visually pleasing enough for her to keep it, at least for the moment, as long as she moved it out of the way of the rest of her things. Speaking of, the luggage she had sent ahead of her was neatly piled up in the corner of her room, waiting for her to set it up as she wished.<br/><br/>She began rearranging the room with her magic, first moving the bed out of her way and placing the desk in a more readily accessible position. She then stored a few of her more valuable things inside of the desk and then sealed them with enchantments to keep curious eyes and hands out. She had no clothing to fill her wardrobe with, so instead she filled it with the components for her experiments. She would still need a bookcase or two for her books, but there would be room for that behind her desk. But, for now, the room was close enough to her liking that she felt it was time to find other beings to mingle with.<br/><br/>She recast her illusion and exited her room to find the dwarf patiently awaiting her return. "Ah, good," she hummed happily, "I'd like to request a bookcase for my room, but other than that it appears to be suitable. In the meantime, I believe that there is a dragon amongst the representatives sent, correct?" The dwarf nodded again, and Catriona continued speaking before the attendant could get a word in. "Good, take me to them, if you could, I am very interested in meeting a member of such an interesting race..."<br/><br/>The attendant led her to the training room, where the dragon prince was supposedly located, and Catriona once again marveled at the palace's halls. Mortals could be so resourceful when they put their minds to such things. The palace had likely been built almost entirely by hand, it was certainly impressive that such little lives could accomplish this. That was what the invading angels and demons needed to see, that was what Catriona hoped to convince them off. Mortals were so easy to write off as insignificant, excluding the dragons, but they had managed to accomplish quite a bit. It would be a shame to stamp them out after so much progress...<br/><br/>Catriona's thoughts were interrupted by the preemptive appearance of the draconic humanoid she had been so interested in meeting. He was accompanied by a woman that must have been an angel, based on the white wings that extended from her back. Both of them were nearly an entire foot taller than her, though that did very little to intimidate her. Instead, she grinned and quickly abandoned the attendant to join her fellow representatives.<br/><br/>"Greetings!" she began in a happy tone, "I am Lady Catriona Ó Caoimháin mac Ruaidhrí, Representative of the Unseelie Court of the Fae Realm. It is indeed a pleasure to make the acquaintance of two of my fellow representatives." She gave both of them a deep bow, holding the skirt of her dress away from her legs as she did so to make it look like more of a curtsy. She was fairly certain that mortal females were meant to curtsy. She was rather excited to meet a dragon, though this one appeared to be missing his wings. How curious! She had heard tales of a wingless dragon prince, fighting as a general against the demon hoards invading the mortal realm. Still, she hadn't realized that he had been the one chosen for what the mortals likely thought of as a suicide mission. The angel held her own mysteries, but for the moment Catriona was more intrigued by Ruurik. She <em>was</em> rooting for the mortal team, after all.</div>