Right from the Dagger she came, Leading Ajex with a loose rein, she walks slowly through the night Lost in her pain she moves in practiced steps..slung over the back of her large companion and covered with the Gypsy's own cloak, Resides an uncouncious Agniezska Kaczmarek. It was not an all together long or difficult journey, simply forboding as she registers the failure of this night. So close she was to the end, Aeryn's entity was almost too perfect a weapon.
Yet here she is, stalking towards the Remediumn leading horse and Kaczmarek. This was not how she drew up her death rite, they would sing, this choir of seven plus one. They would sing and she would break and bleed and end.
Yet here she is...Upon the step of the remediumn, uncloaking the Kaczmarek woman, she halls her towards the building slung now over one shoulder. Hopefully someone would be close or in or available for if the door be not bared, she would walk right in, seeking the first empty bed she could find...If it be barred?...She would slam already bloodied splintered palms upon wooden door...