Lys: Disinterest

Instead of the Guttersnipe, it was Wulf who materialized out of the gloom. "Oh!" she exclaimed, a little surprised. "Wulf, have you seen-" But he cut her off with a beckoning hand, turning and walking away, expecting her to follow. The disintrest was comforting, after the looks and words she'd been given today.

He led her to a room she'd not visited before, and she went in. "Guttersnipe I-" Only then did she notice Lord Artos. And the fact that everything indicated this was his room. She was silent a moment, uncomfortable and uncertain. She could not press ahead and ignore Lord Artos. Eventually she pulled herself together and curtsied politely, if still a little uncomfortably. "I beg your pardon, Lord Artos. I don't mean to interrupt." A pause, then, "May I speak with the Guttersnipe?"