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Elaine smirked proudly to Victoria. "Well, I am happy to provide a valued service. If it makes you feel better, silly is likely the politest of things I have been called." The carriage soon came to a halt outside the castle, and she stepped out with the others and flicked aside her cigarette stub.

She peered up at the castle, tiling her head back to see the very tips of the buttresses. "Most impressive." She said quietly. But her reverie was interrupted as she heard Sigrud. "I daresay this fine place has outlived several Reichs." Elaine stated dryly, wrinkling her nose at She was starting to remember why she preferred when the workers couldn't speak more then a smattering of English. At least then they would keep the uneducated opinions to themselves.

Perfectly content to let the servants handle her luggage, it was only a couple simple trunks. Of course, she did not envy whoever carried the one full of her equipment up the winding staircases the castle likely contained. But then again, that was his job. Elaine had her own job, which she was impatient enough to do, but then again conditions would likely be dismal enough in the castle's underground by day, much less an even colder night. "Dinner does sound nice. I do hope the owner can tell us some of the fine castle's history."