Viola concentrates hard at her long white dress, lying before her on the simple cot. She closes her eyes tightly, chanting softly to herself. When she opens her eyes again, it is a different color, and shorter than the wedding dress had been. She frowned. It looks to formal to go to town in, but her powers are too drained to do much better. She dresses quickly and then climbs down from the loft.

"I have an appointment in town, father," she states nonchallantly and then leaves the cottage.

The old man had taken care of the horse after she retired the night before. She saddled it easily.

She got much notice: she must have looked terribly out of place in a long satin red gown on a black horse riding through town on a Saturday afternoon. She ignored the stares and kept riding, keeping watch for any tailoring or general goods store she may visit to look for a new change in clothes. Her attention is drawn to a man at the law office, motioning her come over to him.

"Good day, miss," the man says. "I am Marshall Will Hasburg." He asks her into his office, and she complies, letting him tend to her horse out front. They talk for awhile, keeping it light, and then he says, "What do you want in our town?"

"I am here to see my father." she replies simly, waiting the next inquisition. He leans closely, frowning.

"No you're not," he answers, immune to her deception. She frowns, eying him. She catches glimpse of metal on his chest in the shape of an amulet- the Grosarian amulet she beleives: this is protecting him from her deception. "I think you better sit down and have a little chat," he adds. She sits carefully.

She would have to be careful here. This man had an immunity to her: she would have to keep mind of him closely until she could destroy it...