As it so happened, Ophelia would not be meeting Seros. Not at this moment, at least. Rather, Senescence seemed to be the first to appear, though it was less of an arrival, and more of a realization that she had gotten there... at some point that the other feline was only just realizing. "Not here, whoever it is." Of course, that was the obvious, even the half-blind Proxy knew as much. But she was here, unlike whoever the huntress was waiting for.

"If you can't make up for your deafness, maybe the League isn't the place for you." The scarred feline commented blandly. It wasn't necessarily meant to be an insult, just a statement of fact. Senescence seemed to manage just fine being blind in her left eye, Ophelia should be able to deal with only one ear.

"Where were you planning on exploring?" The Proxy's own district was the one focused on the League, its inner workings and hidden places. Though the territory was new, if anyone knew its secrets, it was she.

"Relations to a Shaman usually speaks more to your knowledge of plants than fighting ability. I do wonder how long you'd last against Innocentia. She was a Shaman's daughter too, you know." Most cats knew of the pretty white feline, boasting a bright pink bow, and a childish demeanor. The small former Proxy was also a well known cannibal, with skills to rival the heavily scarred feline she hung out with. It was sort of a stroke of irony that such opposites seemed to get on so well, but regardless, they had a tendency to seek each other out when trouble was on the horizon. Senescence, of course, would deny any claims of friendship if asked, Innocentia was merely one of the more tolerable felines she'd met, and also one of the few who could actually keep up with her, most days.

"If it's spirits he's looking for, he won't find any. For being part of the League, so many here seem to balk at any little noise they hear. I wouldn't be surprised if Marchosais is simply spreading such rumors for his own amusement."

No, the Proxy commenting about Ophelia's failures really wasn't doing much of anything. She'd be dead soon enough if she wasn't League material anyway, by accident or the paw of her district's reigning Proxy. Most didn't make it far, either fleeing or dying. The cat before her was no exception. Senescence shrugged at the huntress question. "Nothing that can't easily be explained by the age of these buildings or cats wandering just out of sight." She didn't believe in ghosts personally. For that matter, she didn't really believe in much of anything to do with what came after one's own death. Though she'd grown up with stories of StarClan and the Dark Forest from her mother, she'd realized soon enough it was all fake. A way to make one feel better or scare kits into compliance. These ideas of spirits were similarly absurd, and it was rather clear she didn't believe in them one bit.

"Why would I show you my favorite place? That would rather defeat the point of it's secrecy, wouldn't you say?" Senescence stated. She liked her places because only she had access to them. "No matter. I'm sure I can find something you'll like." With that, she turned, her tail twitching a silent order to follow as she headed for the estate. Her district's floor was the fourth, with access to the attic, roof, and the towers that dotted the massive manor. Other than some exploration before things were settled, few if any outside the Internal Affairs district had been up there. Not to mention that her district hardly seemed to want to interact with others, except where it was convenient to use them.

"That's debatable, and to be blunt, you are not the first cat by far that I would share such places with." That wasn't exactly intended to be a dig at the huntress, and more so an indicator of just how far they were from anything resembling 'friends'. They were barely even acquaintances. Her own district would be far more privy to information than Ophelia would be, to say the least. "We're headed for the roof." She answered, shrugging. Didn't sound like much, but it had perhaps the best view of the territory, outside the towers and her own den.