"Calm down." Now Lemnyrin knocks, an quiet and odd rhythm. A code. A woman with curly red hair and a long, elegant green dress opens the door, as if she was at the door and listening. "Welcome back, Assassin Arefaen. What do you need of me..." She's visibly tense.
"Not that, no. Never you."
She relaxes. "All right. Do come in, then."
((it is awesomeness...))