It's not very often that the Marshall approaches a matter without any idea at all of what to expect. Still, this matter is the schoolhouse, and no-one who'd known the swordswoman for more than a moment could have imagined that she'd be anything but at odds with the place. More importantly, this matter is Rhaena Olwak, and -
Things had never been easy between them.
Even before the dream in which she'd snapped the girl's neck.
Her approach is not quite casual, her garments much the same, but Hrimfax at least has proven inclined to behave himself, persuaded alternately with promises of later treats and cautions involving the presence of small children. Clearly the beast's not unsympathetic to the last, for there he idles well short of the school-house doors, a tall dark shape but placid enough all the same. Similarly the Marshall, with her tall collar and her weapon very much left elsewhere: she's a mute thing when she crosses this threshhold, all mild features and quiet curiosities.