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She comes to the borders rapidly, fiery eyes lock upon the russet frame of a stranger. Her scent alerts the Empress that this is neither friend nor foe, and she looks over her frame for sign of threat. Virgil?s posture is dominant, confident, but hardly aggressive. She does not make a move to sit as the russet woman does, instead dipping her head in brief greeting. ?Virgil Olympus, Empress of Olympus. How may I help you?? she questions, looking to see a package near the woman. Virgil, despite her strength, looks incredibly exhausted. Having a bunch of sickly children has taken its toll upon the golden woman. Her features seem gaunt, her eyes exhausted. Alas, she will not admit such a weakness.