<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Df0u9bd.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Serana vi Marrion</span></div><strong>Location:</strong>Grismont<br/><strong>Time:</strong>11 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>The bespectacled mustached fellow<br/><hr/><br/>Serana was next to file into the small abode, throwing off her hood to reveal a young woman of raven hair and painted face, with a noble air unfitting of such a dingy place, "Let me guess, you require some form of escort?" the girl mused, watching how frantically the man packed up his chest, "Or perhaps smuggling these out of the city" she added, plucking one of the trinkets out of the trunk and turning it over to inspect it. She could only assume that one of these things would provide some advantage against the Duke, otherwise she couldn't imagine why they were wasting their time here instead of actually fighting.