"Ah, Woods Mistress," Toria said as Dora approached Randal and the collection of noble women from her current location, recalling the title the holy man had given her at their first meeting, "how fared you and our other companions in the rooms below? I hope your mighty feline took little damage as it carved a path for you."<br/><br/>The Calamshite emerged from the doorways she was standing in, notions of exploration quelled now that those who rightfully belonged in the property had become known and verified, turning to the scantly dressed nobles and bowing her head, kneeling down as she placed her blade on the ground before her as a sign of both respect for the noble houses and that she meant the girls no harm.<br/>"Pray forgive me, miladies, that I may seek your permission to venture to the rear of your house. I could not help but overhearing yourselves and Lord Randal talking, while the subject of one of your young men making for an escape through... a hedge maze, was it? With your permission, I would like to venture out to the maze to confirm that he yet lives. If he can be found unharmed, it may provide testimony to preserve your reputations should accusations of witchcraft or daemonhood be slung at you as you fear they might. And further, if I may be so bold, that I may ask the swordswoman who assailed your doorway to accompany me, if you feel that you cannot trust her for her act of caution against further opposition, then think of it as following your command to have her stay outside in the meantime."