There's a small disturbance.

[pactorprestige]

Those near the largest common room may here some muffled expressions of surprise, a bit of shuffling, and some furniture moving in a small side room. There's a low man's voice, more muttering than truly speaking

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[arid_white_lady]

Aredhel walks by, and when she hears the noise, she steps closely to investigate. She will step out of the door's immediate vicinity when it opens.

--- "Good day," she offers, then, lamely. Her hand goes to her belly, almost protectively.

[pactorprestige]

"Good day," he returns, not closing the distance she's placed between them. "I... apologize if there has been any intrusion. I assure you, it was not my intention."

[arid_white_lady]

She shakes her head, composure returning rapidly. She is a Princess of the proud Noldor, after all. "You are not intruding, Lord, I was only passing." A beat, and she adds, "You look lost."

[pactorprestige]

"An accurate assesment, as I don't seem to be in London, which was where I was last."

[arid_white_lady]

She nods, considers this strangely dressed Edain: Aredhel has not met anyone modern since her arrival, or barely. "I would suppose not, Lord, as I have never heard of London before, but be welcome, nonetheless."

[pactorprestige]

"Is this your home then?" He's polite, but preoccupied, trying to work things out.

[arid_white_lady]

"It is now, but it was not for a long time. I do not come from here, if that is what you ask." She tilts her head, and sighs. "I fear I am not very good at this, My Lord....?"

[pactorprestige]

"Not a lord. Just plain Mr. Borden does fine, in private life."

[arid_white_lady]

"As you wish, Mister Borden," she replies, a bit confused - is Mister his first name? What a strange name. "I am Aredhel Nolofinweion," she says, politely. "And this," she gestures about, "is the Mansion."

[pactorprestige]

"'The' Mansion? I'm afraid I don't quite follow, ma'am."

[arid_white_lady]

"It is what they call this house," she explains, carefully. "Though where it is, I cannot tell, alas."

[pactorprestige]

"Is there one who can?"

[arid_white_lady]

"Not to my knowledge," she replies, quieter. "Though some have theories, of course."

[pactorprestige]

"How many people are in this place?" he asks, nonplussed.

[arid_white_lady]

"I don't know," she replies, apologetically. "New people come almost every day, and it is difficult to keep count."

[pactorprestige]

"...and depart, I trust?"