[At some point during Tav's quarantine in the Gallows—that much resented period required of all newly arrived Rifters in which they are strictly confined to the fortress island—, a knock comes at this door.
The source of which turns out to be a primly dressed young woman, her blonde hair twisted up and pinned to her head, and a particularly predatory look to her. Her left arm is missing, the empty sleeve of her dress pinned neatly to the shoulder. At her heel is a small dog who must, under the faint reddish stain inherited by living among Kirkwall's dust, be white.
Should the door open, the little white dog promptly helps himself to sniffing at Tav's ankles. His mistress meanwhile launches into her assault:]
Hello, and welcome to Riftwatch. You're the new rifter, of course. I thought it best to introduce myself directly now that you've had some time to become acquainted with your new situation. My name is Madame de Foncé. I serve as the Mediation Officer here in addition to my ordinary work in the Research division.
action, an ambush;
The source of which turns out to be a primly dressed young woman, her blonde hair twisted up and pinned to her head, and a particularly predatory look to her. Her left arm is missing, the empty sleeve of her dress pinned neatly to the shoulder. At her heel is a small dog who must, under the faint reddish stain inherited by living among Kirkwall's dust, be white.
Should the door open, the little white dog promptly helps himself to sniffing at Tav's ankles. His mistress meanwhile launches into her assault:]
Hello, and welcome to Riftwatch. You're the new rifter, of course. I thought it best to introduce myself directly now that you've had some time to become acquainted with your new situation. My name is Madame de Foncé. I serve as the Mediation Officer here in addition to my ordinary work in the Research division.