<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/35/Troll_Lady_Knight.jpeg/422px-Troll_Lady_Knight.jpeg)</div><strong>Sami "Jade" Jameson</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eYNzaLbfmHH0dq3oXHkYF2MQYxi-V8m40UNz-lFv4SM/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><br/>Sami had arrived early, somewhat bundled up, and driven past the masnion slowly, using the slick roads and spectacular decorations as an excuse to take a gander.  From there, she parked on a side street for a few hours and watched the group arrive.<br/><br/>For what the cops would call a stake out, it was surprisingly interesting—thouh she was glad s he was bundled up, complete with the scarf her mother had sent.<br/><br/><em>When did you take up knitting anyway?  From the peice I saw in the newspaper half the poor in the city—and all the homeless—are wearing something you made.    Love you, okaa-san.</em><br/><br/>Their hosts staff, she could see, kept on top of the driveway all morning, keeping it free of snow and ice.  Cars past, a respectably dressed man, a professional looking young woman, nothing really stood out—though from her vantage she noticed that the young man had a military baring.  Was that a pistol under his jacket?  She couldn't tell from this distance, but wouldn't be surprised.<br/><br/>It was the horse that caught her attention, though.  Living out in the countryside especially, it wasn't at all uncommon to see people still riding horses.  But out to a mannor house in the country?<br/><br/><em>Wait a second...  That's a girl!  In <strong>jeans.</strong>  Oh, yes.  You win, Mr. Prseton, her I've <strong>got</strong> to meet.</em><br/><br/>The car was a inconspicuous enough, at least, if you didn't both look bellow the hood and know what you were looking for.  This machine could outrun anything the cops had ever sent after her—and manage speeds even she wouldn't go for on roads like this.<br/><br/>Pulling up into the mansion at a perfectly civilized pace, the young woman parked next to the rolls, cut the motor, and slipped out.  She glanced over the rolls, then to the men maintaining the ground.  “Your employer has some pretty toys,” she called, starting up to the door.  “And my compliments to everyone involved in the decorating.  Merry Christmas, guys.”<br/><br/>She rang the bell pull.