Marguerite wakes up. They have arrived. The carriage driver asks them to step off and once they all do, it drives itself to the carriage road where all carriages are stationed.
Marguerite looks around, she is bumped into by a lady with a shawl and a gown, her hair in a typical victorian lady style. She looks at her run passed her while throwing a careless 'sorry' in her direction to show a semblance of politeness. She's never seen a victorian lady before, maybe she should travel more. Well, it isn't much of her business what people wear.
Marguerite is dressed in the appropriate DaLan skirt and blouse. Her face is bare except for some nude lipstick. She chose to dress like this on purpose to blend in with the crowd, but she is starting to think it might have been unnecessary. This place seems to be welcoming all types of visitors. Oddly so, when she was a consort here, she never saw this scenery.
