Vespertine and Hawkeye were chatting quietly in a corner when she entered, but quickly stood up. Vespertine nodded to her, shook Hawkeye’s hand and disappeared into the back room.
Hawkeye took a moment before approaching her.
“You look,” he muttered something in Martese, “incredible.”
And there it was again – a narrowing of the eyes, relaxing into an uncertain smile. He smiled back and escorted her out into the street. A carriage awaited them outside, a traditional four-horse model with two riflemen on the back step.
Gladstone, dressed in the Earl’s livery and utterly straight-faced, bowed and opened the door for them.
Elletra raised an eyebrow at Hawkeye as they set off. He shrugged.
“It’s all about appearances, my Lady. They wouldn’t let us in if we arrived in anything less.”
“So all this -?”
“The Earl can’t do anything to us once we’re inside. Once we are, I hope that we can be distraction enough to let the Captain complete the mission.”