(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/8d1a2036-ff8f-484f-b185-5604d64eaa0b/d72w13b-57eda829-1256-4037-8bd2-2da71684a55d.jpg/v1/fill/w_753,h_1062,q_70,strp/teysa__envoy_of_ghosts_by_merkymerx_d72w13b-pre.jpg)(https://magic.wizards.com/sites/mtg/files/image_legacy_migration/images/magic/daily/mm/mm240_executionersswing.jpg)<br/><strong>Baroness Raven (and friend)<br/>Senval, Restaurant<br/>Tag: Elsbeth</strong><br/><br/>The waitress scuttles off to aquire a selection of pastries, whilest Elsbeths call first gets the guard to tilt his head, grunt slightly and approach, until the dantiest of hand-gestures holds him off. With a click-clacking of a staff, and a slight dragging of her right leg, the Baroness Raven approaches, taking in the dark skinned beauty before her. "'tis quite too early for thine offer, kindly recieved as it may be, one would think thou'd like to see, me tipsy on my day of duty?" The Countess voice was melodious, infact, she sounded as if might as well have been recieving a poem, she was a little pale and out of breath, although it seemed she hadn't done anything exerting.<br/><br/>"I cannot abide such bold requests, such vehement interest, heavy duties weight on me now how would thee see thineself ammend suggesting I'd give myself to spirits this easily?" The baroness purred, melodically, but it was the purring of a tiger ready to pounce on prey. Somehow, up close, she seemed more dangerous than the muscular guard by her side, even as she leaned on her cane.