Alcina sat, reclined in the parlor of her magnificent castle, nursing her cigarette.

It had been... quiet. Unusually so. Usually something was happening, but since the population of the village went down, she assumed it made sense things slowed down. With no villagers to hunt, milk dry, or entertain, things would grow quiet. The peace was welcomed, for the most part, though with it came the mood swings of Heisenberg. She had the patience for Donna's oddities, and Moreau's... uniqueness. But that over-grown man-child was another story.

The mere thought of him started to make her annoyed, so with a huff, she flicked the ash away and stood to her full height, ensuring her dress was clean and unwrinkled. She was about to make her way to the bell-tower, assuming she'd be able to find her daughters, when an unexpected sound caught her attention.

The door to the entrance hall closing. Curious. Her daughters would not be out in this weather. Perhaps a visitor?

With a hum of indifference, she turned and made her way over, ducking under the archways, ensuring her hat was not displaced.

It wasn't like she was silent with her heels and height, but nonetheless, as she entered the hall, she startled the visitor.

"Oh, I do apologize for the fright." Alcina started, pushing herself through the smaller door with some effort, before again raising to her full height. She was surprised by who she saw, a stranger, but she hid it well.

"What brings you to the Castle Dimitrescu?" She asked, her voice carrying a degree of airiness and pride.