<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/women/SinRapierWoman-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">~Lady Helena Machen~</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Location: Thursday</strong></span><br/><br/>Helena smiled genuinely at Toren's brief nervousness, apparently welcoming the attention.  When one had a body as uniquely beautiful as hers, one could hardly remain oblivious of the desires of others.  There was something titillating about watching the eyes of those who were meeting her for the first time.  She relished the reactions of strangers, for each one looked at her in a completely different way from the next.  So many subtleties to drink in, so many thoughts bubbling about in their heads.  A single chance meeting, branching off into countless new realities.  A single introduction could open the door to an infinite number of unpredictable events, touching everyone and everything in different ways.  A single word could change the world.  Boundless potential.<br/><br/>"A friend of yours, you say?" she asked, placing her delicate fingers upon the man's shoulder as if to ground him in place.  "Then it would appear that you are in a distressing situation indeed.  I of all people know that appearances can be deceiving, but I must confess that this girl does not seem the sort to deserve such punishment.  With a bounty of that magnitude, I can scarcely imagine she will find much peace in the coming days.  A pity."<br/><br/>Tracing Toren's collarbone as she gracefully flowed to his other side, Helena slid the crumpled poster from his grasp as though it were made of smoke, gazing at the small face and smiling broadly.  The massive golem behind them groaned with something resembling contentment, as though feeling its master's joy.  "It must be fate that we happened upon each other.  I believe I know exactly who we must go to in order to have this bounty removed.  Posters of this make are issued by only one organization that I am aware of.  Yes...  I do believe that I might aid you in clearing this girl's name."<br/><br/>Helena pushed the paper back against the man's chest, her hand seeming to feel at the muscle just behind it.  A mirthful little sound rose from the back of her throat as she stared warmly into his eyes.  "Tell me, have you ever been to Atayo?  There is a certain Cartel there that I believe will help us, at my request."