[ referring to her as lady katherine as he enters her rather unimpressive suite, it fit for a peasant more than the lady armel falsely believes her to be, she smiles when she sees grell. vibrant red hair, a tale on her lips — it's the kind of company katherine has always enjoyed. pearl had a great many stories from her years as a vampire; it's a shame she had to waste within the tomb and meet her inevitable end so soon after she'd been found. but it's what she's always missed — a good story. she's been the writer of so many she's forgotten she had once been an avid reader. ]
Grell. [ her voice is warm. armel remains where he is, always so stoic and on alert, a guard when she has never quite required one. her eyes drift toward the bottle of wine, still smiling. ] You weren't lying about the wine.
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Grell. [ her voice is warm. armel remains where he is, always so stoic and on alert, a guard when she has never quite required one. her eyes drift toward the bottle of wine, still smiling. ] You weren't lying about the wine.