When Meenah turns to nod a goodbye at Jax, the barkeep is busy sweeping Nyla's ten gold crowns into his apron pocket. Jax flashes Meenah a distracted goodbye then scuttles back behind his bar.
Standing outside the door to Ghelve's Lock Shop is Celeste, her cropped champagne-hued hair burnished bright in the lantern light of the early evening. "I've come to pay a visit. You weren't home, so I was about to leave. Happily, you've returned." Contrary to the last time the companions saw Celeste at the Cusp of Sunrise private club on Obsidian Avenue, this time the woman isn't wearing silks heavily overlaid with embroidery. Celeste is dressed in finely tailored brown woolen breeches and a cream-colored silk blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons. A pair of chocolate brown knee-high riding boots and a blood red woolen cloak complete her attire. "May I come in?"
Noticing Meenah, Celeste extends a hand in greeting. "I'm Celeste. How do you do?"