<strong>DM<br/>Various<br/>Tag: Evita</strong><br/><br/>Evita said goodbye to the slightly emberassed doctor, as he apologized profusely, clarifying that his 'inhuman self' had nothing to do with his normal intentions. Realizing her short nap had advanced the time a little too much, and with the meeting time growing close, she rushed out, not without flesh-shaping herself a disguise, naturally and approached the meeting place. On second thought, would she need a special signal or something to contact the Baroness?<br/><br/>It appeared that Evita had been ill-informed about the 'little club' The Baroness was part of. Well, unless she had expected a large, baroque church, towering behind a smaller inn, definitly smelling of wealth and power. Evita spotted two people in the entrance, chatting with one another. One, a more richly (if that was possible) Baroness, the other unknown to her.<br/><br/>(https://cdn.inprnt.com/thumbs/eb/d5/ebd562a93037c44c7fd21f4addeff8f5.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/5e/da/9b5eda04e4e0c8d585f4b4e0ab15ac0a.jpg)<br/><br/>"...the most fascinating thing too. With Maldur losing such a valuable asset, the Ambassador can act out of a position of strength and improve the trade-deals at the western border." They discussed. "I have full faith in Lord Arken and Sir Rayen. I hope there are no.. can we help you, girl?" The lord turned, half raising a brow as Evita approached, seeming to pierce her with his gaze.<br/>The Lady leaned on her staff, watching Evita as she approached, indubitably testing her magical aura again. Slightly clacking her staff she turned. "Ah, the first of my aquaintances has arrived it seems, would you like to introduce yourself to the Marquis De'crien?" She offered, whilest the man fully turned towards Evita, having the stern countenance of a proven warrior, yet smiling at her with a hidden, slightly predatory expression that Evita likened to a farmer examining a promising new piece of cattle.