Mirrah watched as her charge turned about on his heels and then let out a slight sigh. Usually things like this didn't bother her; it wasn't her business. But the thing about merchants was that if they didn't get paid, chances are, body guards don't get paid. And Wilhelm didn't look exactly like he had money stashed away somewhere. And even if he did, no doubt he'd find some way to avoid telling her. And it wasn't like she was interested in his merchandise anyway so 'compensation via items' wouldn't satisfy her. Oh well, she had promised to guard him for the reminder of the week. Hopefully he'll manage to scrounge up some type of payment before she skipped town. Mirrah cast one last look around the room before turning on her heels too, drawing the door behind her to a close.

Mirrah wouldn't have noticed the tiny squeal in the background if it didn't increase in volume. Increase into a wail, that is. Or lurch out from behind and clamp down around her arm. Without even thinking, Mirrah had halted in her tracks. Adrenaline gave one quick spurt through her arms and she twisted herself on her heels, pulling whoever held her arm towards her while drawing her free arm out, elbow cranked back, ready for the strike. And then it came.

"Waaai--"

Too late. Mirrah's hand, hergauntleted hand, had sprung forward, the butt of her palm smashing straight into the face of, at least she assumed it was, Wilhelm's client, Lorena Setha'elle. Her strike had hit the woman right between the eyes, Lorena's head jerking back as the rest of her body slumped forward with the previous motion of, Mirrah assumed, moving forward, probably to catch Wilhelm as he walked out. She collapsed back into the room, arms out, legs out, sputtering the last sound that came with her plead. Mirrah was staring for a good second before she drew her outstretched hand back in shock.

"Oh my god!" Mirrah jerked forward, sliding down to her knees as she drew up beside Lorena's side. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

The woman's eyes seemed to be rolling about in their sockets, her mouth open to speak words that her head had yet to assign. Mirrah's hands hovered before her but she hardly found use for them lest she do something like punch the woman's gut without meaning to. "Oh, geez! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Wilhelm appeared at the door just in time to see Lorena's eyes reposition themselves. "What's going on?"

Lorena groaned, as if finally acknowledging the pain between her eyes. Mirrah flashed Wilhelm a desperate look, waving her arms in a frenzy. "She came out of nowhere! I swear! I didn't mean to--"

Lorena pushed herself up on her elbows, one hand coming to rest on Mirrah's shoulder. Mirrah swung her gaze back down to Lorena, taking to helping her sit up instead of listening to her first impulse, to send an elbow right into the woman's teeth. Lorena used the extra support to slide her other hand forward in what looked like a failed attempt to steady her head. "What...?"

"Mirrah! Don't tell me--"

"I thought--! I though she--!"

"Where the hell..?"

Mirrah shot her glance back to Lorena, leaning in and out of her gaze. "I'm so sorry! You're Miss Setha'elle, right? I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" For the first time Lorena locked eyes with Mirrah, eyes squinted, mouth held open where no doubt her mind was too busy assessing other things to be bothered with shutting her mouth when it wasn't needed. Mirrah couldn't help but purse her lips shut upon looking at Lorena's visage. The woman had bronze colored skin and underneath a red bandanna twisted askew, startlingly white hair that was braided to the ends. Her eyes were the brightest shade of yellow Mirrah had ever seen. She knitted her eyebrows, wondering if she made a mistake. "You are Lorena Setha'elle, right?" She had expected Lorena to be older...and less human looking.

Lorena stared back for a long moment before lifting her hand to her forehead. She patted her brow for a second before taking a glance at her fingertips, as if expecting to see blood. "...Did you just punch me?"

"Pardon my guard, miss--" Wilhelm moved his way into the room, slipping his suitcase off of his back and onto the floor. He shot Mirrah an accusing glare before leaning down to offer a hand to Lorena. "I'm Wilhelm Haleth and this is Mirrah. We came here looking for Lorena Setha'elle. Perhaps you are...?"

The woman knitted her brow, giving Wilhelm a long look before breaking out into a wry smile, it was probably all she could manage at the moment. "Ah Wilhelm! Yes, yes, I am, um, Lorena Setalla."

She took Wilhelm's hand where Wilhelm, still grinning, automatically replied, "Setha'elle." Mirrah sighed internally. If she had somehow caused amnesia in this woman...

"Right." Lorena pulled herself up, seemingly unfazed by the correction. "Sethahell."

She was expecting Wilhelm to repeat himself again, as if he could knew how this woman's name was actually pronounced, but the thought quickly slipped her mind. It probably slipped Wilhelm's mind too as they watched the woman rise. And keep rising. Until she stood a good foot and a half over Wilhelm who still held her hand. Her shadow completely eclipsed Wilhelm. Mirrah couldn't help but gawk. Gawk upwards, that is. "Holy..."

Lorena released Wilhelm's hand only to place her other on Mirrah's shoulder for balance, which didn't seem to stimulate the same impulse she had before. Lorena pressed her hand to her forehead again, almost laughing, almost seething through her teeth. "Your guard has one hell of an arm."

"So...freaking...tall..."

That earned a light wap from Wilhelm though he seemed hardly attentive to put any force behind it. "Yes, you have my humblest apologies."

"Oh, no, no! You don't need to apologize. I was late and..."

"No, no, ma'am. We were late. We were side tracked and...wait, what?"

Lorena blinked. "You're late?"

Mirrah rubbed the back of her head. "We were scheduled to meet you at noon and it's at least one in the afternoon now, so..." She cast a glance around the room, eyes surveying the undisturbed furniture, the undisturbed wine and glasses...the door-less walls...the lack of windows... A frown graced her lips, her hand dropping down to a point at the room. "Where...How were you...Were you inside the room?"

Lorena threw up her arms with a loud and quite disrupting gasp. "Oh dearie me! Where are my manners? Please, come in! Come in!" She shuffled her feet noisily towards the couches, kicking the table out with one foot to allow leg room before seating herself down. "Please, don't stand there! Sit with me! Come, I've been waiting for you!"