Maeve
The Nightshade is tempted to tell her yes. Just break down the damn gate, but Ronin's words flash in her mind. A reminder to treat things down here with respect. With a sigh, she shakes her head, "No, we better not. Let's see if we can find someone... I have that letter Ronin sent me." Maeve pulls the carefully folded letter from the pocket of her trousers, holding it up so Melita can see, Ronin's seal clear on the front. Thankfully, they don't have to go too far before they run in to someone tending the graves at the bottom of the steps near the gate.
She clears her throat, holding the letter up and offering a small smile, "Good evening, I'm Maeve Ansel and I've been sent on behalf of the Commander." Maeve extends the letter to him so he might read it over, hands clasped in front of her expectantly, waiting for the entrance that was sure to come.
She clears her throat, holding the letter up and offering a small smile, "Good evening, I'm Maeve Ansel and I've been sent on behalf of the Commander." Maeve extends the letter to him so he might read it over, hands clasped in front of her expectantly, waiting for the entrance that was sure to come.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
