The city of Charouse, capital of Montaigne, seemed to glisten with light, a jewel in the heart of the greatest nation in the world.  Even in times of war, and this certainly was a time of war, the city was full of life, culture, and history.<br/><br/>The building that stood before Elaine was no exception, especially as far as history.  It was a large structure, in the size and style of an army barracks; after all, it once was that, home of the 3rd Musket Company.  With their transformation, it became the headquarters of the Musketeers, the most famous and beloved soldiers of Montaigne.  Inside they lived, trained, and organized for the defense of the nation.<br/><br/>The heavy gate at the entrance is guarded by two sentries, in the brilliant blue doublets of the Musketeers, standing at the ready.  Both men, their uniforms as neat as can be, even their facial hair nicely trimmed.  Even now, at the height of day, in a city at peace even if the nation is at war, the two guards appear wary, their eyes shifting back and forth.  Perhaps they have reason, or perhaps it just merely the elite nature of the order.  Regardless, their eyes shift to Elaine as she approaches, their expressions otherwise unchanging.