"By the time this is set and done, I am going to need to buy stronger ale. Bloody rain." A horned figure casually walked down the streets of Minrathous and through the crowds of elves and humans that were slaves and servants to the magisters that ruled Tevinter. Being in a country where mages is the ruling body is extremely better than living, let's say, Ferelden or any other Templar infested country. Being distracted by the elves and humans running errands for their masters that don't want to go and get their hands dirty, the figure found their self in front of a large gated mansion. The crest that was on the invite was the same as the crest that was on the armour that the guard was wearing. "I'm sorry, but I am cold, wet, and I want a good drink of something strong...so I think that the head of this household is waiting on me." Pulling out the invite from their traveling pack, a smirk appeared on the figure's face when it appeared that the guard just wanted to draw his sword on the figure in front of him. It was like none of these people ever saw a Qunari before let alone a female one, despite the countless wars they had with her own people. Walking pass the guard she gave a mock salute and headed to the entrance. The rain was making her want to drink everything that she keeps on her person.
When she walked inside the sight, she stopped at the sight of the inside of the mansion. "Holy...don't want to know how much this costs. Much more than I manage to make, that's for sure." Whoever manages the mansion was lucky that she didn't have a mouth full of ale or the floor in front of her would have gotten ale all over it. Apparently someone already beaten her to it with the muddy footprints on the marble floor. At lease she's not the only one that doesn't wear shoes...when she's not being forced to wear the leather boots she keeps on her person. As she started to follow the footsteps to where ever they lead to, three other guards stopped her until they each saw the invite she had in her hand. Everything about this place just screams over indulgence, from the floor, to the ceiling, and to everything in between said places. Now that she thinks on it, its probably a way for a magister to show their wealth and power in society as much as their title is proof enough of the power they hold. "Hello? Is there anybody here, or did I make the mistake and walk into an expensive looking guard barracks? Which I think is very unlikely." She said to the air until she finally decided to take a big drink from the bottle of ale she keeps on her. It could be that she's the first one here, or that she's late for whatever she's was called for. Templars have a hard time finding her when she doesn't want to be found, but how this magister managed to find her like she was a simple person was beyond her. Some kind of magic that she never heard of was probably the case. Nothing should surprise her while she's here.