Another carriage, another guest.  A young blonde woman wearing a blue suit with a signature matching tophat and an umbrella walks up to the manner, invitation in hand, along with her handbag and its standard tools of the trade.  The invitation had caught her by surprise, and she still isn't quite sure in which capacity she had been called to this party.  Had it been as a healer?  As a teacher?  As a scholar?  Or perhaps as a front for her<em>other</em>business?  She probably wasn't called as an artist.  Only one way to find out.<br/><br/>She approaches the front door and presents her invitation to the attendant.<strong>"Professor Celcia Carmichael, at the request of Lord Rune Blackthorn."</strong>