Truth be told, the mansion was quite nice from the outside. With white marble pillars, etched into a fashion much like an ancient culture of old, and a lovely garden out front filled with crepe myrtles and cherry blossoms, it was almost as if it belonged on a post card instead of standing right in front of the Hispanic woman. However, she and her guild mate had not come to be sight seeing and frolicking in the affluent streets of Minstrel--unfortunately, as there were plenty of things to do, even if it was taxing on their wallets--instead, they were here on a job, courtesy of the Musketeers. As a frequent traveler before her time in the Black Rose guild, Kistiñe had stopped in Minstrel on multiple occasions going to and from her various other destinations. While she had never stayed long enough in the country to find out for herself, it was quite obvious from stories of fellow travelers that the Musketeers were some of the finest mages this part of the world had--why they didn't just do the job themselves was beyond her...but, they had covered their travel expenses, so it wasn't a total waste. The details she had glanced at on the way into the country revealed that a resident millionaire had gotten himself kidnapped and locked in his own mansion by some dark mages from Fiore--lovely. Perhaps it was because the perpetrators were from Fiore that the Musketeers decided they needed an extra hand...or thought that it was a problem for Fioran mages to deal with.
Dressed in her usual faded jeans, t-shirt, and grey jacket, the Latina stood across the street from the mansion and wondered where Astrid had slipped off to...and, for that matter, where the Musketeers that were supposed to be meeting them were at. It was almost noon--more or less when they had said to meet up--but there was no sight of them at that moment. With a sigh, Kistiñe leaned her back against a newspaper stand while she waited.
Dressed in her usual faded jeans, t-shirt, and grey jacket, the Latina stood across the street from the mansion and wondered where Astrid had slipped off to...and, for that matter, where the Musketeers that were supposed to be meeting them were at. It was almost noon--more or less when they had said to meet up--but there was no sight of them at that moment. With a sigh, Kistiñe leaned her back against a newspaper stand while she waited.
