5 King's Own Guardsmen, Tulip, a small swarm of pearlescent spiders arrive, following Symonesse.

Symonesse arrives, following Aindre.

2 Leary House Guards arrives, following Ilmia.

6 First Legion Centurions, Fiore, the Sarcastic Attendant, Vicenta, a fawn Highhill Mastiff pup leave, following Gabriella.

Willen arrives, following Lou.

Daoud, a Harrow Banshee arrives, following Cufre.

A large block of stone stands in the middle of the Grayson grounds, covered by a large swatch of cloth which has been draped over it for the last few weeks while Lou put the finishing touches on her work of art. There's chairs provided for those that wish to sit and tables of refreshments, full of drink and snacks of all sorts. The snow doesn't seem to keep Lou away from the unveiling of the statue that she's created. Not at all. She's out here bundled up nicely in her warm winter cloak and there's a brazier or three that's been set outside to keep people warm. She looks nervous, anxious even, as people start to arrive, her eyes going from the large structure to those coming multiple times. She looks worn from the fighting in the recent days, but otherwise in good spirits outside of her nervousness. "Thank you all for coming today. I've been building this statue for sometime, using it to help funnel my grief but also to create a memorial for those Graysons we lost at Bastion. It's been both a labor of love and of frustration as I learned how to work and shape the stone as I needed, and also a labor of many hands from those who helped with this project or came to perform and do their own works of art as I worked on this." These are her opening words, with more likely to come.

Raymesin is there, bundled up in a magnificent indigo and black cloak with fittings that might even be gold rather than gold-ish or gold-adjacent. He's lurking in the shadows again, but in this case it's Eirene's shadow. He does rather stick out of it, but apparently that can't be helped.

There is a small hillock of blue and white furs, moving with the grace and steadiness of a rain-sodden mattress. This hillock is being fussed over by a small cluster of House Valardin aides. Finally, a gloved hand emerges from the furs, to lamely and impotently swat at the attendants as if they were gnats during a summer evening. "Leave me be," comes the gurgling, weakened, yet still unmistakably accented voice of Katarina Valardin. "I will go /back/ to bed when this ceremony is complete, and /no/ sooner." Katarina's face is wrapped in bandages, keeping cloth secured to fully cover one half of it. She really looks like she /should/ be in bed, recovering. But she's not! "This is /important/."

Cufre edges into the crowd gathered. She's layered, but still somehow underdressed, shivering with it. She nods greetings to those nearest her, those whose eyes she meets, then turns her attention to Lou.

Like most people from the Lyceum, Eirene hates the cold. So she's bundled up warm against the snow, coat buttoned down and scarf up over her nose. Her hat is low to keep the snow from dusting her face. She arrives with Raymesin, the pair chatting softly as they arrive. "I've been watching the progress on these," she tells him. "They've been coming along nicely." RREirene pauses to look at Katarina and scowl. She knows what's under those bandages, she was among the first to tend to the princess. "She's allowed," she snaps to the aides. "And I'll assume responsibility for her care. You can be out here on one condition, Princess. You sit your ass down and stop fussing, you'll pull at your stitches and you have a -lot-." She then falls quiet to let Lou speak.

Flakes of snow cling to the deep purple velvet that envelops Medeia. The Saik lady is walking through the Grayson gate with a slight limp, followed by two similarly bundled up assistants. She gives Raymesin a slight nod when she sees him, and there is a look of deep concern when she notes Katarina's presence - but she isn't about to fight with the Valardin princess. She looks too tired for that. Ultimately, she ends up standing near Cufre, greeting her protege with a genuine but subdued smile. A hand reaches out to land on the Harlequin's shoulder briefly before attention is turned to Lou. She listens attentively.

Aindre Grayheart is here, even though he should probably be resting in a bed somewhere, and he looks about like that even though he still stands tall, proud, draped in a fur-lined cloak to keep the worst of the winter's cold away from him. He probably standing somewhere nearer to one of those warming braziers, himself and the Queen of the Compact also who is there on his arm, also bundled up in such a way as to ward against the weather. Lou's probably not done speaking yet but he shouts up anyway, "We wouldn't be anywhere else, Lou!", to show his support in her endeavor.

Titania is in her leathers but wrapped in a lomg black cloak with white fur along the edges, she holds it close to her body as she moves into the view of the statue and the others who are gathered. She has her cloaks hood partly pulled up just enough to keep the snow from her head.

With soft steps, princess Denica walks through the snow, seeming enamoured by winter itself. While there's a solemn expression on her features, her eyes still radiant warmth and sparkle at the sight of people gathered around, and art. Having bundled up for the occasion, the soft of furs and cashmere has her looking cozy, while the snow crunches under the flats of her winter booties. Hands buried protectively in her muff, she opts for a smile to greet those familiar faces she sees gathering around the soon to be unveiled work of art. If anything, there's a sense of relief to be around other people after the recent events. There's a small nod towards Lou, smiling at her when she makes her announcement.

Raymesin offers nods to several familiar faces as he and they arrive, and even a (very clumsy) bow to the Queen of the Compact. He stays silent, though, letting others speak around him.

Lou gets a large block of stone from a Grayson quarry, shaped in the outline of several bodies, with the likeness of Prince Niklas, Prince Augustus, Princess Minka, Prince Donovan, Prince John, Prince Aibek, Prince Calain, Prince Rodric, and Princess Daniela taking shape.

Lou checked dexterity + legerdemain at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Lou checked dexterity + artwork at difficulty 29, rolling 15 higher.

Watcher arrives with practical silence, clad in simple gray wools that seem about as bright as her mood. She looks like she's either had too little sleep, or too much. The red haired woman hangs back, somewhere easy to hear and see what's happening, but just distant enough that she's not really conveniently positioned for chattered.

Symonesse has definitely seen better days herself. She seems dimmed somehow and exhausted. Endlessly exhausted. She is bundled up in a warm cloak and a hood to cover her hair and ears. While she is on Aindre's arm, there is some sense that she is as much holding him up as he is supporting her. She offers smiles to those and more than a few worried glances at the likes of Katarina and Raymesin, but she is quiet as the unveiling begins.

"One -- ngh -- moment, Lady Eirene." Katarina must first curtsy toward the Queen (and by extension Aindre, one supposes!) as they pass. This is a matter of manners and etiquette, and Katarina would presumably rather die a painful death than forget those. After lifting herself back up with a groan of effort and pain, Katarina slumps down into a chair. "I can feel every last /one/ of those stitches," she says to Eirene. "When I awoke, I was greeted with the wonderful news that they /think/ they got most of the... plant-y bits out of my insides. But. Today is not about /me/." Her eyes turn toward Lou.

There's a warm smile flashed in Aindre's direction as Lou hears his shout out. She dips her head in his direction to acknowledge his spoken words. "The Traitor meant to break the Grayson family when he attacked Bastion, to crush our spirit as he has done so many others. However, we did not break as he expected. We flourished and moved forward, instead, more determined than ever. I did not want the last moments of my family's lives that he stole to be remembered for the monsters he turned them into, so I chose instead to memorialize them how they were. A family, sharing a family experience, with love, life, and laughter. A family unbroken. And, even though we are still at war from them, it is my hope that people will look at this piece, especially after the last few days, and know that together we can make things happen." That said, Lou starts to pull off part of the 'curtain' cloth to reveal parts of the rather large statue, going one figure at a time to reveal the work behind it.

The grand frieze sculpture stands as a poignant and lifelike tribute to the Grayson family members lost at Bastion, capturing a cherished moment of joy and togetherness during a family gathering. This remarkable artwork is a masterful depiction of the family's unity and love, frozen in time for all to witness.

At the center of the frieze stands Prince Niklas, his fair hair cascading in gentle waves around his face, framing his pale blue eyes that sparkle with warmth. His soft, bowed mouth carries a hint of a contented smile, reflecting the happiness of the occasion. The breadth of his frame has been has painstakingly captured, suggesting strength and grace coexisting within his tall and slender stature.

Beside him is Prince Augustus, his refined bearing evident in every detail. His sandy-blonde hair, now gracefully touched by white, is swept back from his forehead, revealing his distinguished widows peak. The are highlights to the aquiline curve of his nose and the deep blue-green eyes that exude wisdom and intelligence. Even in this moment of joy, a glint of the calculating nature that defined him is subtly portrayed.

Lou stops pulling the cloth there to allow people to see the first few figures.

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound, Honeymare, 1 Ravenseye Warrior, 3 Sanna House Guards, 2 Northern Rangers, Spirit arrive, following Rosalind.

Eirene grunts in satisfaction at Katarina's sitting down and turns to half-bow respectfully to the queen and her guardian. Several others in the crowd, familiar faces, are given a splint lift of the chin in hello. Then she turns to see Lou's handiwork. "You done good, Lou. They look great," she praises.

Watcher nods in silent agreement with Eirene's remarks; or, presumably that's why she nods, they're not standing near each other. Her gaze turns to the stone figures, expression unchanging despite her obvious study of them.

Titania eyes fall to Prince Niklas, her ocean blue eyes a stormy tempest as she watches the carving of him. Her gloves fingers move over her lips as they move to clean the ears that well up in her eyes and fall down her cheeks that threaten to freez to her cheeks. There is a smile on her lips as he looks to those pale blue eyes as she softly sniffles trying to not let anyone know she is shedding tears at the moment and in front of the queen!

Rosalind is late. So late! With her red hair tied somewhat neatly behind her, she rushes as fast as she can to see the nice new artwork. It hurts though, and she struggles a bit. Seeing there's the queen and stuff though, Rosa skids to a halt and bows the best she can. "Hello, hi,"the Ravenseye greets with a friendly smile. To everyone more than likely, before scooting off in a corner somewhere.

"Lookin' good," says Raymesin as the statues starts to be revealed, voice quiet but pitched to carry.

Symonesse herself has teared up a little, so anyone else crying in her presence gets at least a one day pass on it. She doesn't say anything just yet, but she looks intently at every face revealed, every detail that has been captured in frozen life forever. She gives the Aindre arm she is entwinced around a little stroke of her hand over the bicep before leaning in to murmur a few words to him before lifting her face to look up into his eyes.

"It wasn't easy to capture all the details. I had to sort through old paintings and talk to a lot of people to get their memories of those we lost at Bastion," Lou continues, and as she does she starts revealing more of the statue, tugging lightly on that cloth until three others are uncovered. "I had to firmly fix who they were in my mind, so as not to keep going back to how I saw them last," she explains, without explaining how she saw them last.

On the other side, Princess Minka's figure emanates a blend of strength and femininity. Her sun-kissed skin and radiant smile convey the joy of the family gathering. The artist captures the subtle curves of her form, a testament to her strength and determination. Her deep blue eyes, brimming with happiness, sparkle with a vivacious energy that permeates the scene.

Prince Donovan stands beside Minka, his stern gaze softening in the warmth of the moment. His strong features are skillfully rendered, from his not-too-sharp nose to his calculating grey-blue eyes. His lips, typically drawn in a tight line, now curve into a rare but genuine smile, embodying the rare joy of this family celebration.

Prince John's figure exudes a sense of contentment and ease. His lean build and casual demeanor reflect his approachable nature. The artist captures the tousled length of his dark brown hair and the pale gray eyes that radiate a sense of tranquility. His relaxed posture and the hint of a grin capture his genuine happiness.

Prince Aibek's regal bearing is depicted in his graceful stance and composed expression. Despite his shorter stature, his figure exudes a sense of presence and charisma. His cropped hair and clean-shaven face are captured in stone, reflecting his youthful charm and carefree attitude

The tugging of the curtain stops here, but there's still a few more yet to go.

Aindre watches on as a few members of House Grayson-made-statue are revealed, and it is rather hard not to let the ghost of something somber drift across his expression, unable to edged away by any kind of stoicism. He doesn't speak up like Eirene does, but from where he is standing he gives Lou a nod of approval before leaning down just enough to hear whatever is whispered to him.

Watching in silence as the sculpture is unveiled, Denica takes in the details captured in stone. Eyes tracing the lines, the features that give them life. There's not much in the way of chatter from her, Denica seems content to quietly observe and appreciate both the art and more so the sentiment behind it all.

At the mention of family, Cufre draws up straighter and pushes back her hood. She takes a deep breath, stilling her shivering as she looks to the statues revealed.

Now seated -- hopefully near the front, otherwise the five-foot-one Princess is going to have a terrible time seeing anything but the tops of the statues' haircuts -- Katarina watches with solemn reverence. Clapping is too painful right now. She'll ask Lou for forgiveness later.

Medeia does give a slightly awkward curtsy to Symoness when she sees the queen, trying to hide the wince that comes as her knee bothers her. Then she focuses on the statues, looking intently at the figures that are unveiled.

Whatever Aindre says has Symonesse nodding just before she leads him over to the chairs and takes one herself before tugging on Aindre's hand to make him sit next to her. They are not so far away from where Katarina has been parked and she gives the Princess a little, solemn nod before returning her attention to the statue. When Aibek is revealed, Symonesse sighs gently and gives her companion's arm an affectionate squeeze and maybe even clinging to it because there is yet more to come.

Eirene takes in a hiss of air as Lou mentions how they saw them last. A long sigh escapes her and breath puffs dragonlike in the frigid air. She saw. She remembers. Her eyes close before she reopens them to take in the way they prefer to remember them by.

Watcher clasps her hands behind her back, still observing. Anticipating, perhaps, as her gaze moves from the revealed bit of statue to the curtain covering the remainder of it. Her eyes hood.

Katarina attempts to smile to Symonesse, softly, as if trying to put any worry the Queen might harbor at ease. Granted, this is coming from a face half covered in bandages, with a nose that wasn't bent that same way a week ago and a big puffy black eye on the side that's visible.

Lou's eyes seem to follow Symonesse and her progress as she moves to take a seat. She does her best to give the Queen a reassuring and comforting look; Aindre too, given who the last few members of the statue will be. It'll be hard to miss the resemblances to the Hammer of House Grayson and his sister. Eirene also gets the same reassuring look she gives the Queen and Aindre; Lou knows she understands all too well what she was talking about. "Mistakes were made, as there are with any art project, and I just hope that I was able to fix them enough as not to be noticable," she adds, finally tugging the rest of the curtain off to reveal the final bits of the rather large statue.

Prince Calain's intensity finds a moment of release as he joins the family in laughter. The sculptor has meticulously portrayed his muscular build and commanding presence. His dark hair and beard frame his watchful, dark green eyes, which now hold a glimmer of mirth. This frieze somehow captures the rare glimpse of his softer side.

Prince Rodric stands tall with an expression mirroring his daughter's joy. His wide mouth forms a bright smile, and his eyes, a soft dove gray, brim with happiness. The sculptor has skillfully rendered his connection with Ailys, his features reflecting a shared likeness and during a cherished moment of family happiness.

Finally, Princess Daniela stands with strength and elegance, her resemblance to her son Aindre evident in every line. Her stormy blue-silver eyes, a mirror of his, reflect a mixture of depth and compassion. She stands in a tall and confident posture, a testament to her role as the matriarch of the family.

Together, this frieze sculpture immortalizes the Grayson family's unity and happiness in a single moment, allowing their legacy to endure through the ages as a symbol of love, togetherness, and the unbreakable bonds that define House Grayson.

Lou takes a step back them so as to fully watch and regard the actions of others. "And, so, this is my work of art," she quietly adds. "I hope I did it justice," she mentions, that anxiety popping up again.

It's rather hard to place all the emotions on Aindre's face as more of the statue is unveiled, especially after he's been helped along to a seat by Symonesse and suddenly there is less of an edge of pain to focus on rather than.. y'know.. feeling other emotions. But oh, there is a shadow across his face, if brief, when his parents are revealed at the last of the statue. Another type of pain, and he reaches up with one thumb to wipe just there at the corner of his good eye and instead puts forward a smile, just to see them there, remembered and immortalized as they should be. From where he's been sat, he calls up, "You did a fine job, Lou. And it means more coming from your hand than it ever would have coming from a commissioned artisan. Thank you for remembering them. All of them."

Lou drops Bastion's Pride - a Grayson Family Memorial.

Symonesse returns Katarina's smile with a wink of her own and a sympathetic nudge at the princess' bandaged... well, everything. As the final figures of the statue are revealed, the tears standing in Symonesse's eyes roll down her cheeks and she shakes her head, muttering, "Such senseless waste." When she glances over to see Aindre wiping away a tear of his own and making himself smile, the Queen makes a small noise in the back of her throat and pulls him closer to her so she can place a kiss right on his temple, discretion be damned.

Eirene says, "This is how the world will remember them." She nods to Aindre's words in agreement. "And we can come here and see them, and know them as they truly were."

Watcher studies the full statue, taking it in. Then her gaze narrows, and the statue is large enough that it can be traced to the figure of Calain with reasonable certainty. Her expression remains the same, but so does her focus. It takes a long time before that shifts, front and to the side, looking at Aindre while trying not to seem as though she's looking *directly* at Aindre.

It's easy to pretend not to see the moment between Aindre and Symonesse next to her, because it's on the bad, bandaged side and Katarina's peripheral vision is compromised to a ridiculous extent. When the full statue is unveiled, Katarina has to do the mental math: will it hurt more to applaud, or to cry? And so, she ends up clapping her hands, albeit with a piteous lack of strength.

Raymesin looks at each of the figures in turn, then turns his attention to the others who've come to see the unveiling. Each of them is inspected in turn, and then the tall man is looking at Lou. "May th'Queen'a Endin's bless 'em all," he says, voice soft, before bundling his cloak more tightly around him.

Rosalind smiles a little at the statue. Then she looks at Lou. "It's really pretty, Lou. It's a nice rememberance of how they were."

When the statue is fully unveiled, Denica takes a step back to look at it in it's wholeness. All the figures as they form together, and the story they tell as a unit. A family. Denica takes in a small breath, a thoughtful expression on her features. Keeping bundled up, she smiles over at Lou then, "you did a really good job bringing this all together Lou, creating something meaningful and memorable."

Medeia doesn't have anything poignant to add to the commentary, so she keeps her appreciation of the fully unveiled statue silent. But she does appreciate it.

Symonesse is overheard praising Lou: For making something beautiful to replace bad memories.

Lou can't help but flush a bit at the praise. It's only then that she allows herself to relax and grab a drink of whiskey off the refreshment table. "I have you to thank for part of this Princess Denica, for your lessons in artwork. Also Prince Sebastian who started me down the path of how to memorialize them best," she admits. "So /thank you/ for your help. And to everyone else who kept me company during this process."

Titania clears her throat and cleans the tears from her cheek, "Thank you, your highness." she looks to Lou then back to Niklas, a soft smile coming back to her lips watching him, nodding to something.

Aindre takes the affection to his temple as it is offered, graciously so, turning to glance at Symonesse for a moment while doing his best to wear that smile. Honestly, after a few more moments it stops feeling so forced, more real. "It's good to have them remembered like this. I don't think I will ever be able to get the last memories I have of them out of my head, but when they get bad, I will have this statue to come and visit. It will be a balm.", he says. Then, maybe it's because some of the small hairs tingle on the back of his neck, but he turns around slowly in his chair just so, just enough to look at Watcher back there. Watching. The watcher becomes the watched, momentarily, before the man goes back to looking toward Lou, listening to what's said.

Symonesse nods to what Aindre's says and lifts her own voice to join the others, though hers is far more choked up than she would like and makes her words halting as she says, "It's really...lovely, Lou. You've done a wonderful job." Her voice breaks on the last word and she looks at her lap, shoulders shaking as she doesn't bother to stymy whatever emotion has her in its grips. It is sadness for those lost that the statue depicts, yes, but also for all the others lost that will never have statues. For the people of Bastion, the people of Artshall, and the people of Gray Oak. For all of those who lost their lives to the monster that was Helena Thornweave and, by extension, the monster that is the Metallic Traitor. It might be half exhaustion, too. She sniffles and wipes at her face with the edge of fingers.

Aindre is overheard praising Lou: It's clear she put so much hard work into this, and it shows in the results. So very Grayson.

Watcher keeps looking until Aindre breaks eye contact, and then she too looks away, and her own eyes lose a bit of focus. She looks distant. There's the faintest crease that appears between her eyebrows. Then, with steps first hesitant, and then simply purposeful, she crosses the distance between them. Without slowing down very much, her hand lifts and her fingers brush a (hopefully uninjured) part of his shoulder, just firm enough to be felt. It's awkward at best. She continues without stopping, off to the side and then back the way she arrived, heading out of the grounds without a glance back.

Princess Katarina's voice is creaky and little. She gets up, out of her seat, to approach Lou -- she'll risk Eirene's wrath. "You honor your House," she rasps. "Your family. I should hope that when I die, if I am to be memorialized with anything -- it is with something that is made with the love and respect that you have invested into your work. Now if you will excuse me -- I must sit. Before Lady Eirene murders me."

Raymesin looks longer at the statue, then turns resolutely away, his cloak moving as though his hand were going to his throat. And if his eyes are gleaming more than usual, if a tear trembles and falls, he lets it pass without comment. He starts to move, his steps turning towards the gate.

Eirene snorts in amusement. "I'll allow it. Lou deserved all the credit due. This is a labor of love, it's clear."

Medeia shifts, turning to see Symonesse. Wordlessly, she steps near to pass off a clean handkerchief before she begins to walk for the gate, her gloved hands wiping at her eyes as she goes.

There's a gentle smile from Denica to Lou, "I was glad to play a small roll in this very meaningful journey you took," she says warmly to her. Then she decides to opt for some whisky too, taking a long sip, it brings some colour back to her pale cheeks. Going quiet again, the young woman feels the weight of the day, but she remains looking on, taking in everything and seeming to appreciate watching people's reactions, too.

Celina, a dutiful physician's assistant, Giancarlo, a cooper and prize-fighter leave, following Medeia.

Katarina is overheard praising Lou: I should hope that when I die, if I am to be memorialized with anything -- it is with something that is made with the love and respect that Princess Lou has invested into her work.

Eirene is overheard praising Lou: Remembering her family with love and honor.

Rosalind is overheard praising Lou.

Raymesin is overheard praising Lou: Good statue, that.

Lady Ilmia Leary has been quietly observing the unveiling and there is a more stoic look on the redheads face for the moment. Her hands are clasped gently together, giving the respect that is due to the artist and others that she is representing with this work.

Symonesse accepts the handkerchief gratefully, but in the time it takes her to wipe her eyes, Medeia is gone before she can even properly thank her. Symonesse's eyes follow Watcher and Raymesin as they leave before something Aindre says attracts her attention and she nods wordlessly to whatever he asks.

Lou's eyes dart from one person to the next and she dips her head in a humble manner. "Thank you," seems to be all the words she can manage at the moment. It's am emotional moment for her as well; she no longer has anything to beat on when grief overcomes her. Likely, she'll find another project, in the coming days and months. "That is all I had for the unveiling, so feel free to drink or share stories of any who you've lost. It's certainly helped me. Or eat. There's plenty of good snacks and desserts to eat." She ushers people toward the refreshments.

The touch to his shoulder has Aindre glancing up and over at the retreating shadow of Watcher, only after she is in retreat, which is but a heartbeat after anyway. He doesn't say anything, neither of them do. But he does rise up, slowly, from the place where he's been seated and with Symonesse at his side he wanders over to where the whiskey is, picking up a tumbler for himself, mayhaps as further warding against the cold. Or other things. He lingers there, near the refreshments, looking over the statue, lifting the tumbler to it before nursing a little of the drink.

Raymesin, for once in his life, doesn't acquire anything from the tables on his way past. He just walks out through the gate, leaving the statue and those who've come to see the unveiling behind.

Rosalind gives a small wave, giving one las admiring look at the art work. Then the Ravenseye is silently sneaking out, a lot more quieter than when she entered.

6 Grayson House Guards arrives, following Tamsin.

6 Grayson House Guards leaves, following Tamsin.

Connal, a Northern Wolfhound, Honeymare, 1 Ravenseye Warrior, 3 Sanna House Guards, 2 Northern Rangers, Spirit leave, following Rosalind.

With the art unveiled and the snow still falling, Denica wraps her coat around her tightly. It is time for her to make an exit too, giving a little finger wiggle to those present and a smile to Lou. As she passes Symonesse, Denica stops to dip into a bow and mouth the words 'thank you', with deep sincerity. Then she's off, headed for more whisky or art or just a night with her cat on her lap.

Eirene smiles sadly as she puts a hand on Lou's arm. "Hey. You did good. This will be helpful, those nights where we have memories. We can come and look at them, this way." She pats the arm and goes to grab herself a hot cider drink.

Stojan, a cleverly reserved assistant, 3 Thrax Guards, 1 Ulbran Thug, Sivas, an artsy ostentatious curator, Lady Snow, 1 Thrax Elite Guards, Cato, a stealthy non-descript man leave, following Denica.

Stojan, a cleverly reserved assistant, 3 Thrax Guards, 1 Ulbran Thug, Sivas, an artsy ostentatious curator, Lady Snow, 1 Thrax Elite Guards, Cato, a stealthy non-descript man arrive, following Denica.

Stojan, a cleverly reserved assistant, 3 Thrax Guards, 1 Ulbran Thug, Sivas, an artsy ostentatious curator, Lady Snow, 1 Thrax Elite Guards, Cato, a stealthy non-descript man leave, following Denica.