It had been a hideous day for the woman who silently approached the home of an old associate, she had done several 'favors' for the man within. Discrete and illegal things that left a small unspoken, and quite profitable. The lord in question dabbled in magics that others didn't so she hoped he could fix this curse gone awry.<br/>Not that the mage who cast it could, she had heard of his firey demise at nearly the same moment it had hit. Not that she had been in the mood to morn his passing. Clearly he had messed up on a nigh epic level, casting a curse like this. Perhaps he had intended something fell to her former master, Timmond Greylace, but she had caught it instead. Now, thanks to a hurried whisper to the idiot Timmond in the hall of their inn, she was free of her 'mentor' and he was rapidly riding south fearing the arrival of the Duke Tellos and his men for the deflowering of his young daughter.<br/>Still, she reminded herself as she pulled her cloak in close, she had several problems of her own. A bloodline secret that her mother had hidden from the family was only part of the problem. She rapped her hand on the door and tried to ignore the fact that under the cloak she wore little in the way of clothing beyond a dancer's wrap that she had filched during the fire at the inn.