Evette paid a decent bribe to the guard, though in truth she could not believe that the city of pest was so low class as to be so obvious about its guard’s taking bribe.  What had ever happened to subtlety?  Still, they paid the man, and their carriage rode through the gates of the village, free of the concern of being closed out.<br/><br/>In any case, it wasn’t long before The Lady Lafosse’s carriage was well within the city.  As they enter the city, Evette watches with little interest as the slave actions take place.  She had no need for a slave at the moment, not when she had her dear companion with her.<br/><br/>Although speaking the language would serve as a problem for her.  Although she could not trust a slave to translate properly.  "Find me a translator." She orders her companion, who went by the name Jacques.  He was pale by this point, and seemed to have a permanently dazed look in his eyes, but was otherwise a useful tool.<br/><br/>Running a hand through his clipped brown hair, Evette pushes him towards the carriage door, which he obediently opens.  "Return to me at the House of the Hedgehog." Evette orders plainly before resting back against the satin cushions of her seat.  With a knock on the door, her driver starts up again, riding away from the crowded area of the slave market and going towards a more fashionable area.<br/><br/>Now was the time to meet with her sire, Alphonse....How long it had been since she'd last laid her eyes on her Father's features.  She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so excited.<br/>