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Arkhosia
Fettina's Place
There's a brief look of steely assessment in Cantata's eyes when she first registers the high-class look of the stranger before her, glancing down the chest and to the hip in an almost reflexive motion as she checks for signs of weaponry. Unfamiliar men in formal wear arriving unannounced was usually the prelude to an ugly fight or forceful threat within her line of work. Even so, the friendly demeanor proves enough to partially disarm the wary tenseness in her shoulders.
When the driver signs his message, it ends up being Cantata's turn to pause and process for a moment as blinks in surprise. A faint degree of color siphons from her cheeks before she nods and signs a quick I'll go retrieve her. Stepping away, she closes the door and hurries back.
Cantata steps back into Fettina's room and waits for her to ask on who it is before signing back an answer. A driver's here asking for you, dear. He says he's been sent here by your father.