Margaret Vanter, the mother of four children, the Earl's lover, was watching the elves and Rat-men on the street with a scrutinizing gaze.
They did not look like thieves, after all, no member of the Thieves Guild would walk down a brightly lit avenue in a dress.
Out of curiosity, she watched them disappear behind her, and out of safety, she did not let her curiosity lead her astray, instead, sitting in her own carriage until she beheld her family's mansion from afar.
She also saw her husband standing outside, smoking.
"Dear, what are you doing outside, isn't it cold?" Stepping down from the stopped carriage, Margaret reached out to embrace her husband: "Our son didn't mess up his presentation, did he?"
"No." Tossing his cigarette butt aside, her husband nodded.
