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Winter mashed its way into the hallway, ice-bearing winds whipped at her extremities. Instantly, Trinan shuddered under the changing temperature, but kept staring straight ahead. Ethan's words kept the smile lit on her face, a determined grin. She wasn't one to be won by words, but hearing anything was a start. The girl kept her head up despite the white dust pouring into the room. Her face stung, and immediately her sense of smell abandoned her. Lindwell stepped out through the door, the first to venture out into the cold. Maria was quick behind him, walking with quick, long strides. The stone path the gates was indiscernible from the rest of the ground. Only the firm stone that met her shoes as they punched out a trail in the snow reminded of its existence. They sped past a duo of guards holding the gate. Maria waved to the soldier at the left, raising her hand over her shoulder and holding it there a moment. The hooded man returned the greeting in just as casual a fashion, but she didn't stop to address the quizzical look that came over his face immediately after. The cold began to set in immediately after as she followed Ethan down the side of the road. The freezing soldier held her waist, keeping her arms in close while she watched her breath make clouds in front of her. It wasn't long before she broke into a jog, taking a few overacted strides forward, her excuse was to fall in beside Ethan. The man remained silent, unfaltering, and never once seemed to notice her presence. She thought back on her intentions in the hallway. "Hey," she said, raising her voice slightly to combat the howling winds, and faltered there. Her lips pressed together, flattening. Her expression was that of physical pain as she sought out the statement she needed. "How big is this estate? Entrances, and things like that. What needs to be secured for the night?" No sooner than she had opened her mouth, her teeth started to chatter. Trinan hung her head, gritting her teeth and letting her eyes rest. Of course, the only topic that came to mind with the utterly silent man beside her was work. Hopeless.
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Boyd and his followers tailed Gareth up the stairs, crowding the wooden gangway as the group gathered around the messenger's room. The door swung open on a rather typical temporary lodging. He had no idea what he had been expecting, but it certainly fit the day's pattern. Only one issue promised any break from the typical, and that was... Boyd temporarily paled, thinking back on realizing that Wolcott and Lindwell were alone in his office. He could only imagine how quickly the fragile working world he had created the past few months was unraveling with the two men set free. He gathered himself quickly, never wanting to look the fainting type and recalling that a third monster was at the office to preside over the day. "Best news I've gotten all day," one of the guardsmen chimed in, stepping through the open door into the room. Each of them seized a trunk and lifted it, making ready either for move. Some diplomats carried their entire life with them, it seemed, and for the recipient guards it was surely a break. Boyd had found his time to speak once more. "It certainly won't be long. Assuming you don't wish to continue staying here, of course, there's a lodging house just down the road that... Well they're not exactly the State Military, but it's being used by the Arcarti government at the moment." He smiled gently. The monster had her uses, but for Boyd all of them were the people she kept around. Most of them were like him, they flocked to the Golden Pigeon like pilgrims to a way shrine, and they chose to stay near by. "There's no safer lodging in the city, I'm willing to bet. It's temporary, but getting a house to accommodate Keilaud diplomats will require more paperwork than Wolcott is able to ignore with his word alone." He chuckled at the thought of the Grand Marshal being unable to force his way through more of procedure he loathed so much. He and the guards stood by, waiting. "Whenever you're ready, Mister Harker, we can brave the winter for a few more moments."