Crescent Hills was proving to be quite the charming little town Zéphyrine had wanted. The locals seemed interesting and the slave pick vast. It was encouraging to say the least but there was still work needed to be done. She had heard from the locals about Emerson. A powerful witchkind that had lived in this town for years and years. After conducting her own small bit of research; Zeph felt he'd be a perfect addition to the coven she planned to form. Approaching the grounds, Zephyrine took the time to admire the beauty of the estate. It was inviting and made her presents feel a little more welcomed. Coming to the porch, Zeph stopped as she noticed the man lounging outside enjoying his smoke. With a smile coming to her lips, she went on to rest on top of the first step. "Excuse me. Sorry to bother but you wouldn't happen to know where I can find Emerson DeWitt, would you?" she asked, her tone friendly as she rested against the railing. Her black dress hugging her curves snugly.