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<p>A man in a gret trench coath stands at the back of the group with a few armed guards and men in suits standing around him, trying to not draw suspsion to himself. as the stranger and the owl enter the castle, the man grins, adjusting his glasses and looking at them, grinning slyly as he leans against the wall. his guards readjust their weapons, looking at both the owl and everyone else in the room wearily.  </p><p>on the other side of the room, a tall man of slavic origin wearing a large cloak that covers his hands and young woman with a guitar case on her back stand pencively. the man in the cloak looks over at the two strangers, getting up from the wall. the girl next to him pulls a journal from her pocket and begins to leaf through it, eventually getting to a blank page and writing, looking up at the owl and its escort every so often.  </p>