Victoria Everglot was a kind woman, and she loved small conversations with strangers. Little memories that were tucked away in her mind, so when she saw you stepping out of your carriage, she smiled softly at you from a distance.

Noting your lack of company, she took a few steps over; her hands held together delicately and politely, her dress without a wrinkle.

“Hello,” she said kindly. “Are you from around here?”