Elaine looked at herself in the mirror when she put the dress and coat on when the day of Descole's plan came. Would it have been bad for her to admit that she liked it? It did look lovely on her. Fitted her pretty well too. She had let her hair out of it's ponytail, letting her choppy brown hair brush against her shoulders. She would have thought she'd only feel happy wearing this dress if she wasn't being held against her will. But against that logic she still felt some sort of happiness. She was just happy to be outside after being cooped up for months. That's what she old herself. It seemed like a reasonable enough explanation to her. It had to be the only explanation.

It was around the afternoon, but Descole planned to arrive at their destination early. Easily expected really. Where exactly they were heading though, Elaine had yet to find out. Though remembering a conversation where he questioned if she had an interest in opera gave her an idea they were going to some sort of theater or opera house. It was the only type of place she could think of. But either way, it was a public place. There was always that chance, no matter how slim, that she might be rescued. Might escape.

"I didn't realise you enjoyed admiring yourself in the mirror." Elaine didn't bother to look at Descole.

"I was... Just thinking long thoughts." Elaine mumbled. "Like what sort of 'ell I'm in for tonight." She heard Descole tutting as he moved by her side and gripped her shoulder. Elaine glanced towards the window, not wanting to look at Descole. It just seemed these last couple months that the original loathing she had towards him waned. And she hated herself for it. She wondered if it was her own fault, for letting herself loose some of that anger and frustration. But the other side of her argued that it wasn't her fault. Descole just happened to be fairly charming at times, and was more likable as such.

"My dear, I can assure you that there won't be a 'hell' as such, as you eloquently put it." Elaine just huffed, still looking out the window. That ended though when she was forcibly turned around so she was facing Descole.

"It's rude not to look at the person you are talking too." He told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm just responding." Elaine snapped as she stepped back from Descole. His hand slipping from her shoulder until he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"Now, don't you think you should be more polite. It's not everyday you get taken to an opera you know."

"It's only because this opera is apart of your plan, apparently."

"That doesn't mean you can't enjoy it." Elaine just swallowed and asked,

"So, is there anything I'll need to say? Do?"

"There's nothing for you to do. Not now anyway." Descole answered.

"And what am I suppose to say if someone does talk to us? Am I suppose to be your wife or something." Elaine mused dryly. Descole frowned, his grip tightening though not as badly as the office incident.

"Assistant. You're my assistant. Nothing else." Descole replied, though the way he said it made Elaine wonder if she had stepped an inch over some kind of line. She swallowed and said quietly, though loud enough to be heard,

"Sor-."

"Come. We wasted enough time with idle chat." Descole muttered as he began to drag Elaine outside her room. Elaine going along since right now, she had no choice or option.

The first thought Elaine had when she first saw the Crown Petone that evening was that it was definitely built for rich people or those who had at least enough money to go to. A few golden, shinning lights were on, along with blue and orange and once darkness settled it would look like some sort of small castle, though it's shape seemed to slightly resemble a crown. The effect was certainly helped with it being built over sea with cyprus tres around the edge of land surrounding it.

Since the show wasn't until later that night, there weren't too many people. Well, unless you counted two men dressed in black and wearing white masks waiting in the entrance hall (That seemed to glow in gold and red) for Descole. Two of many henchmen he hired for his plan. And from what Elaine could hear outside the theater though, there was a final rehearsal going on. Whether they were aware of the small group now in the entrance hall. Descole was talking quietly with them, not that Elaine was going to complain about being left out. If anything, she was happy enough with being left out. She would rather look at some of the ancient antiques decorating the room.

"Ms. Hawthorne." Elaine looked away from a painting of a fictional king to Descole. "Stay here. I'll be back momentarily." He turned to leave towards a smaller door for staff members, though the henchmen stayed by both doors to outside and the theater. Probably on Descole's orders to make sure she didn't try to hide or escape. Elaine gave a small sigh and looked at some of the other antiques and archaeological intrigues.

Such as grey, almost silvery crystals found near Mt. Etna in Sicily. A rare find and while Elaine never had an interest in geology (possibly stemming from her disdain of Geography in primary school), she could appreciate the simplistic beauty of it and that it would interest other people besides herself. A tooth believed to have belonged to a saber-tooth cat was rather interesting. When she was in her teens she remembered that she would have liked to have been one. All pictures she had seen of how they may have looked were divine and they seemed so graceful. The room also seemed to have a big supply of crowns. It wouldn't have been surprising if the person who actually owned this place had an obsession with crowns.

But a thought came to mind as she glanced again to the staff door. It felt strange that Descole seemed to walk straight in without some sort of caution. Was he involved with this opera theater's construction somehow? Or did he know the owner? If the former, that would lead to the question how Descole got the money for all this. It seemed to cost more then she made a year. Maybe he did some odd jobs on the side. The kind of odd jobs that involved stealing highly valuable items and selling them on the black market. Descole was a criminal so it made sense in theory. But at the same time, he could have seen selling such items on the black market as beneath him. Or maybe he was just plain, ridiculously wealthy.

Elaine wrinkled her nose at that. There was no such thing as wealth without a source. That's what her father told her before she left for college. Wanting her to be careful not to fall in with bad people.

Bark! Bark!

Startled, Elaine turned away from examining a jewelry box that had intricate, Celtic engravings just in time to see a grey wolf jump at her. Too shocked to move on time, Elaine yelped as the wolf tackled her to the ground, it's legs either side of her keeping her from simply getting straight up. Instead, she slowly back away and once not completely under the animal sat up but still couldn't escape as her back hit the wall below the display case. They wolf simply looked at her, looking indifferent, but it's eyes were narrowed and studying her every move.

Hearing a chuckle, Elaine glanced up to see Descole walking towards her, the smile on his mouth looking as if this was entirely hilarious to him.

"I didn't think you would be so scared of a harmless wolf, Ms. Hawthorne." Descole said, a hint of teasing in his tone. Elaine scowled however but didn't dare raise her voice higher then necessary with the wolf so close.

"'Armless?! He attacked me!"

"He only tackled you, and he was playing. Well, at least I told him to." Descole smirked before patting the side of his leg. The wolf stepped back and moved to Descole's side. Elaine only noticed now that her heart had been racing. Descole came closer and held a hand out, a condescending smirk on his face. Elaine however ignored it and pushed herself up. A little difficult since the dress didn't give her legs enough space to move more then enough for just walking and maybe running if she held the skirt up high enough. It would likely impede her kicking too. Probably why Descole chose it to begin with. Even if it did look nice, he wouldn't want her to escape so easily.

"So, 'e's one of the wolves you mentioned?" Elaine questioned as she looked down at said wolf, giving it a slightly weary look.

"Indeed. Honestly, this one is my favourite." Descole admitted as he gave it a scratch behind one of it's ears. The wolf moved closer, loving the attention. It was only then that Elaine noticed the metal device covering one of it's ears.

"So, you decided to bring him with you?"

"I thought my puppy might like some company when I'm not around."

"I'm not your puppy!" Elaine snapped, only to go silent when the wolf gave a sharp bark. Descole tutted.

"You really should control your temper, my dear. You should behave more like Charles."

"... You named 'im Charles?"

"Hmp, I'd like to see you come up with a better name." Descole drawled. Elaine didn't bother replying. At least not out loud. In her mind she was muttering that she was not a puppy.

"So what do you think of the artifacts?" Descole questioned as he moved to Elaine's side and looked at the box she had been looking at it.

"They're interesting. Very diverse." Elaine admitted. She could never lie about this. If she were just attending this place like a normal audience member, then such a place could have been considered a Heaven for her. Good music and artifacts. All there would have to be would be good books and maybe some chocolate and she would question if she had died at some point before coming here.

"And very old too. Wouldn't you agree?" Descole asked, moving on to look at some spear heads. Reluctantly, Elaine followed after him.

"I suppose so, but isn't that what artifacts usually are?" Elaine wondered before pausing to think over Descole's words. "... Are... Are these 'ere for a specific reason?"

"Have you ever heard of a theater housing artifacts? Even one or this kind?"

"Why are they here then?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Elaine flinched at first once she felt the wolf, Charles, nudge up against her. "See, he likes you."

"Doesn't change that 'e scared me." Elaine mumbled, before she felt a lick on the back of her hand from Charles. Hesitantly, Elaine reached out to pat it's head, smiling a tiny bit when it leaned it towards her touch. "So when does the show start?"

"Eight o'clock." Descole replied. "So there's plenty of time to admire these artifacts, Ms. Hawthorne."

"But, don't you 'ave anything else to do?"

"It's being taken care of. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't."

It was this moment as they looked at the many displays that made Elaine remember why she had been willing (even if to a degree) to talk to Descole in Misthallery to begin with. They both had strong interests in archaeology and while such interests had led them towards different paths in life and career choice, it was still something they both enjoyed and, if Elaine dared to say it, bond over. Actually talking about the objects actually made Descole more likable to Elaine during that time. Giving her a mixed feeling of annoyance and, for some reason, a little joy.

"So, assuming these artifacts are only 'ere for your plans, what will 'appen to them afterwards?" Elaine asked as they looked at what were images depicting a burnt mound (Or fulacht fiadh as it was called in Ireland).

"I plan to have them packed and brought away from here before the night ends. I don't plan to loose most of these items so easily." The way Descole said it all seemed to confirm Elaine's suspicion of him doing some sort of thievery on the side, but there was something else about that sentence that seemed eerie.

"Tonight? Why tonight exactly?" Elaine asked, looking at the masked man. He gave a smirk that seemed a little chilling.

"That, my dear, will be surprise." He pulled a brass pocket watch out from under his cloak and looked at it quickly. "A little past half six. It would be best for us to leave this room now before staff and early guests start to appear." Descole grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs to the balcony seating as Charles followed, staying close to it's master. Elaine's heart skipped a beat but she ignored it. Instead, another thought preoccupied her mind. Something she only realised now.

This was the first day since Misthallery Descole called her Ms. Hawthorne, and not only that but called her 'dear'.