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Noon.
Wyfkeep Castle, Wyfellon
Wyfn-Garde.
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As Salviana was being escorted through the castle's corridors, taking in the grand surroundings, she heard hurried footsteps approaching. Turning, she saw Lady Margaretha, breathless and somewhat disheveled, rushing towards her. Margaretha's dress looked out of place and unkempt for a lady of her claim, her expression somewhere between indignation and desperation.
Margaretha stopped just short of Salviana, curtsied clumsily, and began speaking before Salviana could fully process her arrival.
