After her unpleasant surprise yesterday, Cara had not been particularly shocked to find the journey book on her doorstep this morning, or when the message telling her to come here had appeared in it earlier that evening.

She looked over the building as she approached, for all its apparent decrepitude the walls were solid and looked thick enough to muffle most sounds. As blatantly obvious traps went, a blind man could see this one coming, yet here she was, walking into it with her eyes wide open.

She paused in the doorway, hand on an agiel, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "What do you want, Rahl?"

[ooc: for two. Where she is, and who's she's meeting okay for broadcast, the rest not so much.]

Cara was not the kind of person to come slowly to wakefulness. Mord'Sith training saw to that. But there were times it took several minutes to realise and remember where exactly she was waking up. Today was one of those times.

( Cut for length and vague NWS-ness )

[For one.]