Van'aerelrahd Aelanatear found her way to the proper part of town, casually rolling the card over her fingers, and pondering.  She was familiar with the cards, though this was not one of hers.  Either deck.  Add to that the way she had woken up, tumbling out of bed and knocking it askew, and without anything to judge it against, she couldn't tell if it was aligned or not.  She was, at least, able to make some sense of the basic meaning of the card, though.  Even without the cards meaning, she would have been intrigued by the message enough to find her way to the right area.<br/><br/>Wandering through the late afternoon streets, she wore one of her out-about-town outfits, though most others would place them as Varisian traveling garb, hers were splashed with touches of orange, turquoise, and out of place, black kerchiefs were added to the affair.  (For those who aren't familiar, Varisian clothing is close to gypsy clothing, in this case embroidered vest and loose skirt.  Also, Varisian's are a subculture of humans...she is most obviously an elf)<br/><br/>Van'aer pauses, several houses away, quirking a brow at the scene in front of the house.  She hadn't anticipated that there would be others meeting here, at the same time, though, she supposes, it does make a degree of sense.  The addition of one of the guard was, perhaps, a bit curious in its own right.  Perhaps, though, this was the way it was to be...she smiled a bit, contemplating who it was who wronged her.  Who was she to say that those also meeting here did not deserve their own chance at revenge?  Goddess knows, given the wrongs he had perpetrated against<em>her</em>he was easily capable of wronging the others she saw on his way to or from her...She shook her head a bit.  It would not do to dwell, at the moment.  She had already had more than enough time to dwell on what had happened.<br/><br/>Brightening her mood a bit, she made her way through the evening crowds, moving through the hustle as if part of some dance.  Nearing the door she smiled to those at the door, quietly murmured "excuse me" in the common tongue of Taldane, and slipped between the guard and the man he was speaking to and into the house beyond.