"Freya...."
Gazing at the familiar figure across the street, Marvin waved for the approaching four-wheeled carriage to leave, and crossed the street with Yuniya and the others to the front of Freya, who was holding a white cat, "Where are you headed?"
"Home." Freya inquired, "And where are you off to?"
"To Canary Wharf, it seems we're not headed the same way."
"It's no trouble, I can drive you there." Freya glanced at the butler, signaling him to fetch the coachman, "I'm free anyway. Speaking of which, I can't believe you didn't attend the banquet at the church tonight—it was specifically to welcome and purify the delegation, and I heard the Pope is quite pleased with your work and is waiting to reward you."
"I find banquets rather dull, it's always banquets, they've become tedious."
