With the package in hand, Noriko with Brass in tow make their way to the...eccentric home of the eccentric Thaumaturge. Noriko noted the way Brass decided to dress herself, looking like she was serving nobility. Noriko had plans so that would be the case, but at the moment it was a little off-putting. Only reason she didn't complain was because Brass looked good in it.<br/><br/>Arriving at the Thaumaturge's residence, Noriko just had to take a moment to assess the building before her. A mess was right. She guessed that was what happened when you gave someone like the Thaumaturge all the space he could ever want to indulge his notions. Of course she wasn't here to judge her client's taste. Noriko was here to get paid.<br/><br/>Noriko knocks on the door and waits to be invited in.