Scarlett Verneer - ???? - Grim
Scarlett nodded at Vergil and winced in pain as he lifted her from the ground. The smoke rising from the smouldering remains of Harold Nehelem?s bedroom vanished into the night sky and smothered out the glittering stars and half the full moon. It would provide excellent cover for their escape. The sound of guards and other folk arriving at the estate could already be heard in the distance and Scarlett had no intention of been caught and forced to explain this mess. Directing Vergil to a small maintenance gate in the outer wall she took one last look at the house feeling a little bit sad at her former masters death. She wondered if anything of her Sera had survived through the years of sigil use.
Carefully walking through the streets of Grim this new found fellowship encountered few people. Most seemed to be far more interested in what was going on at the Nehelem estate and gave little thought to the passing group. Vergil gave the explanation that Scarlett was drunk and had fallen over to the only man who did, and he seemed more than satisfied with the answer when walking away grumbling about the youth of Grim today.
In case of danger Scarlett directed them to a different safehouse than the one she had been using. It was a small house on the outskirts of Grim, facing the outer wall. It was always quiet here and would be a perfect place to lay low for while. Giving the key to Vergil he carefully opened it and stepped inside. Putting Scarlett back on her feet as requested.
The house itself was typical for Grim, built out of stone it stood three floors tall and was elegantly decorated with the finest furniture money could buy.
?Help yourselves to food in the Kitchen.? Scarlett remarked rummaging through a draw for a box of matches to light the candles hanging on the wall. After finding it she tossed the box to Vergil.
?Do the honours. I don?t suppose one of you is a healer at all??
