If there was anything the last twenty four hours had taught Veronica Clappe, it was that the world was a very unpredictable place. As the carriage rode through the gates to her town house, she thought back to the play she had gone to. It had been a wonderful show, but it was after the performance that the real story began. First there was Sebastian, a daring thief who tried to bully his way into gaining much wealth from the patrons that night. His objective was interrupted for even worse villainy, air pirates. The jostling of the carriage was nothing to being dragged onboard that ship, by the self same thief Sebastian, though she had felt much safer with him then taking her chances with being snatched up by one of the pirates. What followed was dizzying to say the least. In the end those that had ended up on the air ship took the emergency gliders to escape the ship before it crashed. Crashing still happened, but she and Sebastian had been able to walk away from it. Sebastian walked, Veronica broke a heel on one of her shoes and ended up slightly twisting her ankle. Looking down at her foot, Veronica was thinking wishfully to a bath to soak the poor ankle. She then glanced at Sebastian through her long dark eyelashes. He had found them a place to stay. It had been too convenient and she wondered if he had robbed them before, but he claimed that though he knew the owners he did not, and she believed him. Why? Perhaps because he seemed so earnest. Either way she had to trust him for a time. He came through well enough, having come back into town since walking was difficult and brining back her driver with her carriage. Now the carriage stopped in front of a very large three floor home. A home of an aristocrat. The home of Veronica Clappe, the Book Baroness.