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Who: Cain Hargreaves godchild and the residents of Cottage 24 (Alice's home)
When: Late afternoon - perfectly acceptable time to make a social call.
Where: Cottage 24, Espoir
Style: Whichever you prefer.
Status: Open
[Cain had promised to call on Alice the following afternoon, towards the end of his second day in Somarium. It was fortunate that he had secured a time later in the day, for it took him longer than it should to dress and work out the wrinkles in his clothes, not having another suit to change into. He had made use of the bath in the cottage, and that was a small relief, clean hair and skin, but fresh clothes would be welcome. A valet would be even better. Where are you, Riff? He had spent a good portion of the morning walking around Espoir, acquainting himself with the area, browsing the residential district, returning to the field he had initially arrived in, as if that might provide him with some of the answers he sought. The only thing he had achieved was a new weariness and some color to his unprotected face. Sitting down and taking tea with Alice and her guardians was a welcome notion. Strolling unhurriedly up to Cottage #24, as directed by Alice herself, Cain lifted his hand and rapped on the door, waiting to be received. Hopefully he was still expected, and he wasn't either too early or too late. Unfortunately, he had no idea of the time, only an approximation glancing up at the sky]
When: Late afternoon - perfectly acceptable time to make a social call.
Where: Cottage 24, Espoir
Style: Whichever you prefer.
Status: Open
[Cain had promised to call on Alice the following afternoon, towards the end of his second day in Somarium. It was fortunate that he had secured a time later in the day, for it took him longer than it should to dress and work out the wrinkles in his clothes, not having another suit to change into. He had made use of the bath in the cottage, and that was a small relief, clean hair and skin, but fresh clothes would be welcome. A valet would be even better. Where are you, Riff? He had spent a good portion of the morning walking around Espoir, acquainting himself with the area, browsing the residential district, returning to the field he had initially arrived in, as if that might provide him with some of the answers he sought. The only thing he had achieved was a new weariness and some color to his unprotected face. Sitting down and taking tea with Alice and her guardians was a welcome notion. Strolling unhurriedly up to Cottage #24, as directed by Alice herself, Cain lifted his hand and rapped on the door, waiting to be received. Hopefully he was still expected, and he wasn't either too early or too late. Unfortunately, he had no idea of the time, only an approximation glancing up at the sky]