Sazama — Roleplayer Guild

7:30 am 
	Eliza was one of the first in the house to awake that morning. Once she had made her bed and gotten dressed, Eliza headed down to see if Ms. Agatha needed any help. It wasn't her job as a new resident in the South Bank House to tidy the shared spaces, but years of being forced to live as a maid for the Walkers had made it a habit. At first Ms. Agatha was opposed to letting the young lady touch a speck of dust. But there seemed to be no way of talking Eliza down, so today Agatha have woken up much earlier to get everything done beforehand before Eliza could have anything to do. There was a slight grin on the woman's face as Eliza walks into the kitchen, confused. Ms. Agatha hands over a fresh mug of coffee and says to her, 

	"Like I said dearie, leave everything to me. You should be sleeping in on this fine morning." They both peer out the nearby window where the morning fog had made it so nothing nearby was visible. Eliza has to stop herself at making a sarcastic comment, instead she turns back to the house mother, 

	"I feel terrible letting you wake up so early to take care of our living space... perhaps tomorrow I'll get an even more head start."  Eliza smiles at her, hinting at a challenge since the woman was so adament on taking care of everything herself.

"I'm serious young lady, those frail procelain hands should be put to better use than cleaning this old house." Agatha gave her a "I'll buckle you to the bed if I have to" kind of look before resuming to making breakfast.

	Eliza ignores the advice (and threat) before thanking Agatha for the coffee. She goes back to her room to grab a copy of Charles Dicken's latest work Little Dorrit before exiting the house, she could hear Ms. Agatha yelling after her to be back by 2:00 for the meeting. 

1:50 pm
	Eliza had gotten back a little earlier than usual and resigned herself in the common room with her book. She was fully immersed with Dicken's words that she hadn't noticed others piling in for the meeting. It wasn't until the man at the center of the room spoke that Eliza looked up from her book to give her full attention. She didn't recognize him, although the only person she met from the agency was Edgar Kinsley. But as the man went on to speak, Eliza questioned if he was really affliated with something as serious as the Queen's Hand. There was a sense of uneasiness and confusion in the room as soon as the man finished his talk and put his hands up. There were some that had stepped closer to the center, even joining hands. Eliza hesitated before deciding this could all be some sort of prank, she wasn't one to entertain that idea. Since moving in Eliza mostly kept to herself, cleaning, and books. She's not the type to actively seek out conversations or people. But the amount of confusion and awkardness was too much for her that she decided to finally speak up, 
 "What kind of game are you playing here?"  She asks while setting her book down on the chair and joining the circle. 
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