[Poggio]

Her entrance into the physical was less ostentatious and paced along the walk that curved around the giant church. Close to the embankment, the pirate’s well trained eye caught a glimmer of something shiny riding the currently bobbing softly against the rocks. Grinning, Mary climbed down to fish out the treasure from the murky waters. She held the golden flask against the sun. She tucked the child’s treasure inside her jacket and sought to continue her investigation.

It troubled her, the power behind the stones, but worse was the mild surprise when the voice close to her spoke. Looking up the cliff she saw the petite, fairly colored person addressing her. The lady was one of them. Their class was cleverly masked by a blouse and animal skirt that gave way to the curves of a lady. Instinctively her lips curled into smile while her fingers itched for the hilt of her weapon.

The powerful parley paused her actions, and she climbed to level ground with the woman answering her question “not as fav'r'd as the sight bef're mine eyes M’lady”.

Although modern times dictated otherwise, mary was a gentleman. A gentleman never left a lady unescorted. She offered the woman her arm despite knowing how delicate the facade was. More words poured out of her lips as she rose“.T'whom do I owe th' hon’r of speakin' wit'?” And at last she arrived at the most important question. Something she did not know herself. Surely another powerful being pulled from the void of purgatory could answer. “ ‘N howye find bein’ alive once m're?”