<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/64034087-7054-47f2-8fc9-955373711338/d7rkock-f55ab974-8c87-460d-b12c-a4d017194b8c.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzY0MDM0MDg3LTcwNTQtNDdmMi04ZmM5LTk1NTM3MzcxMTMzOFwvZDdya29jay1mNTVhYjk3NC04Yzg3LTQ2MGQtYjEyYy1hNGQwMTcxOTRiOGMuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.DzKzypvu99VZf7YCv2OVoxEc7HFxCrOUupGtVTVCBss)</div><br/>Francesca had come from over the sea, a noble from a foreign coast. The tales of Hrozenzi had piqued her interests, fueled by a desire to gather knowledge. She had come over on a small boat, hiring out a small cabin with most of the funds her father had afforded her. As usual, there was not much left aside for her, especially when he had all of her older brothers and sisters to worry about. During the journey she had mostly kept to herself, reading her books and studying old tales about Hrozenzi.<br/><br/>Having arrived a few days ago, Francesca managed to slip into the good favours of the local resistance, and had scored a meet tonight at the Halfway House. She greeted the halfling waitress at the door and uttered the secret phrase, before pushing forth towards the table. Her nose crinkled up at the mug of ale, for she had much more refined tastes than that.<br/><br/>She was the first one there, as per usual, always early. Neatly she slipped into the chair, one leg crossed over the other, foot bobbing idly as she waited, and waited, and waited. Upon the next conspirator's arrival, she would greet them eagerly.<br/><br/><strong>"Good eve, I'm Francesca de Zanzibar"</strong>, she'd say with a smile,<strong>"A pleasure to meet you"</strong>.