[It had taken quite a number of days to discover his hiding place. The Harmonian had been avoiding her as of late. Elza had waited to see if he would seek her out, after all the message she sent him had been public, but when no attempt was made the gunner took it on herself to seek him out. That was why she sat as silent as the night watching the city beyond the window... which would have been a far more peaceful experience if it wasn't for the thin walls and the sound of obnoxious laughter and conversations polluting the area. If it wouldn't have caused suspicion, Elza would have silenced them, but then she wasn't going to tip her guest off too much before he arrived.
The room was dark while she sat quietly in there. It was small and located in a less favourable area of Camelot, but she could see why it was picked. Glancing out to the only light source, Elza's gaze drifted over the city's skyline. While it was more difficult to see at night, it almost felt as if you could see the whole world from that single window.
There was a small table with two chairs on either side of it. Elza sat in one while Sturm rested silently against the wall behind her. On the table sat two items, one a small pot holding a rosemary plant within it. The second sat a container that looked similar to a thermos.
She sat there waiting patiently, her fingers absently running over the thin wire laying on the table, for the occupant to return.]
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The room was dark while she sat quietly in there. It was small and located in a less favourable area of Camelot, but she could see why it was picked. Glancing out to the only light source, Elza's gaze drifted over the city's skyline. While it was more difficult to see at night, it almost felt as if you could see the whole world from that single window.
There was a small table with two chairs on either side of it. Elza sat in one while Sturm rested silently against the wall behind her. On the table sat two items, one a small pot holding a rosemary plant within it. The second sat a container that looked similar to a thermos.
She sat there waiting patiently, her fingers absently running over the thin wire laying on the table, for the occupant to return.]