OOC: Thankies
The armoured woman watched as the sack came towards her along with another item, a glass vial. They landed before her in the grass, she reached for the sack first and took a look inside. She didn't respond, just counting. Eventually the woman tied the sack to her hip.
"Perfume? I hope you're not trying to make this harder than it is. Contraband, especially poison will not be tolerated."
She flicks it up with her foot and catches it. Turning and walked down the riverside, assuming Mirabelle would follow. She would take her for the majority of the length of the river until it veered off completely and took her towards the coast. You could smell it. There was a large building as they approached, where they were before it could just about be seen as a spire. Now that they were close it had become a castle. But from their angle they couldn't see its true vast size, the castle was built into the cliffside of the beach and coast; from their angle they saw just the top third of it, the rest of it was beautiful and masterfully build within the cliffside and cascaded all the way down to the ocean. It was big enough to be classified as its own town.
The first outer gate was over a kilometer away from the castle. Lightly guarded, the armoured woman was immediately recognized and allowed in. The path from then on was pretty straight, there was a lot of resources and tents about near this gate, but then it became barren for a bit before they reached the Main Gate. The rain started as they approached and it was quite heavy, it enhanced the sea salt smell that was already in the air and it was a warm rain.
The Main Gates opened slowly allowing them in, the woman untied her hair as they entered and shook it, wringing it out a little. There were two more women dressed just like her waiting, another with black hair but plaited and the other with hers in a pony tail and green. They spoke to each other in a different language for a moment before the green haired ladies' eyes scanned Mirabelle. Her accent was different from the firsts.
"Afternoon. Before we proceed, we would like to check you. Anything to declare?"
The two black haired women drew a sword each, standing on either side of Mirabelle. It was hard to tell from their expressions and body language what their intent was, but they were patient.