Cassandra sighed, lifting herself up from her kneeling position if for no other reason than not to be kneeling around Camillia for longer than necessary.
Cassandra hadn't even realised she was doing it but she had bent a knee to the elder vampire. From her bowed position she spoke up, her normal air of authority replaced by reverence.
Cassandra- I found out about it purely by chance, Your Grace, but it seems some individual or group has stolen the tome. I can't think of any other reason to do so than finding them...
Cassandra stood immediately once the presence appeared, suddenly uncomfortable being seated in such a presence. Noting that Sefirat hadn't begun speaking yet, she stepped forward.
Cassandra- Your Grace, we have reason to believe a group seeks to claim the Embers.
Cassandra- I would prefer not to repeat myself, but it seems we might be relying on any stragglers to catch up anyway.
The lady leaned forward, grasping one arm of the chair as she re-positioned herself.
Cassandra- Our first move will undoubtedly be to track down one of the men we know is involved in this mess. However, first... Lady Sefirat, is it about time?
A middle aged woman with loosely curled blonde hair sat by the large room's hearth, a hand mirror perched on the arm of the voluminous chair she had chosen to sit in.
Cassandra- This would be the place, I am Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat and this is Sefirat Riven-Tremontaine. And who might you two be?
Cassandra headed swiftly into the parlour, slinging her parasol onto the rack in the corner as she found herself a good place to be seated. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of crowd the hastily drawn together missives would net them.
Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat arrived at the Bedlam by carriage. After stepping out she took a moment to adjust herself before walking into the inn, parasol tapping on the floor like a cane. She immediately took note of her surroundings, looking for a large, unattended booth.
Cassandra- They're- hmm... how best to put this? As I understand it they're like buds if ley-lines were branches? ... Sefirat?
Cassandra- Nothing to add, though I hope that display hasn't stunned our new friends here to silence forever?
Cassandra- I suppose that's settled, then.
Cassandra- Admonishing my life experience and lack thereof in the same breathe. Disappointing.
Cassandra- I found out about it purely by chance, Your Grace, but it seems some individual or group has stolen the tome. I can't think of any other reason to do so than finding them...
Cassandra- Your Grace, we have reason to believe a group seeks to claim the Embers.
The lady leaned forward, grasping one arm of the chair as she re-positioned herself.
Cassandra- Our first move will undoubtedly be to track down one of the men we know is involved in this mess. However, first... Lady Sefirat, is it about time?
Cassandra- So, you keep an eye on both the drake and the fire mage then?
Cassandra smiled warmly at the awkward mage, apparently unconcerned with his stuttering.
Cassandra- This would be the place, I am Cassandra Elizabeth de Montferrat and this is Sefirat Riven-Tremontaine. And who might you two be?
Cassandra headed swiftly into the parlour, slinging her parasol onto the rack in the corner as she found herself a good place to be seated. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of crowd the hastily drawn together missives would net them.