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The inside of the carriage was done up in black and red, in the finest materials. Lit by a small lantern hanging from the center of its ceiling. There were benches on either side covered in a plush velvet. On one of these benches, sat a cloaked and hooded figure, un-moving. Les thought she couldn't have been surprised, so was doubly surprised to see the hooded figure and by her surprise by it. Cautiously, Les took a seat on the opposite bench, and Talon hopped up beside her. She heard the door close and the carriage started to move at it's excruciatingly slow pace. The figure never moved. Les wondered if it were actually just a statue, set there to make her more nervous. It may have been, but Les felt like it was watching her all the same. Les wanted to ask Talon questions again. No longer content to simply follow along in quiet, but the hooded figure continued to make Les feel uneasy, so she kept her mouth shut. Talon hadn't spoken yet either, so Les assumed she wasn't allowed to. But then the fox did speak. Not to her, but at the hooded figure. Talon spoke in such a low whisper, Les might have missed it if her senses weren't all peaked. But Les didn't understand what she said. The hooded figure grunted in response and their conversation was over.