The carriage stood awaiting the trio just outside, the door held by a man in a clean plain but pristine suit, though with an otherwise unremarkable face. Hecate moved and bustled over their heads. Built into the valley, houses rose up tall on either side, and a hundred bridges closed the gap from one side to the other. It was effective, if a little cramped, but above all there was the majesty of ingenuity.<br/><br/>The idea of tonight was simple, and Karlson had made this very clear. First, they were to observe his sister's security. If his suspicions were true, she might be in some level of danger. But despite her childish personality, he knew she was older and more intelligent than he. Perhaps, if this did happen to be true, she knew already. Secondly, they were to keep an eye on the guests. Be a new half-dozen eyes for the party, and make sure that, on top of whatever his she had prepared, Marina was well looked after.<br/><br/>Their destination was the tallest and oldest building within the city, the Tarth Lömen. The Tarth Lömen is a beautiful place to be. Every room inside is swimming with tasteful decorations and tasteful people. It stands at well over the height of any other ground-level building, made of white marble. At its peak stands a statue of a woman in white, arms spread wide towards the heavens above. It’s base is buried within the ever-moving streets of Hecate, yet raised on a platform all its own. Just for tonight, the area will be kept clear for the arrival of all Princess Marina’s guests.<br/><br/>Outside, a tall dark-skinned man dresses finely in Marina's red, awaits to take your names and show you inside.