Irene couldn't believe she was being hailed, but she stopped, straightened and walked out to the road.<br/><br/>"Top o'the hill, darlin'," she said, a wry smile on her lips as she met the newcomer's accent head on.  "If yer looking ta' work there, you need to be talking to Madame Guinevera Starr.  Or, if you are looking for company...well, you need to be looking for the same woman."<br/><br/>Irene looked at the horse, oddly colored in the moonlight.  "Nice, blue horse you've got.  I've heard of a green horse, but, this is a horse of another color entirely," she said, all signs of an accent gone.  "It's a good place to work; she keeps us safe," she added, growing serious.<br/><br/>She glanced about once more and sighed.  "It's a bit of a maze up the hill.  You'll want to park your mount at the livery...  I can show you if you like."