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“Just me. Mother’s love was as fleeting as father’s life.” She smiles at Marcus. “I feel as though I must meet all of the Tamarins now. To properly determine which of our fathers was the greater artisan, of course. But enough on family...” Ellen changes the subject, perhaps never wanting to dwell on family to begin with. The two of them chat idly as Halcyon begins to enter her trance.
Ellen looks for someone familiar. She notices Marcus and Vincent conversing, and slips herself among them. She listens to their banter, looking at the rapier as it is inspected. When Vincent speaks to Valentina, she steps in. “By your father? Why that is incredible. The greatest thing my father created, well.” She mocks a curtsy. “You are looking at her. Hardly fair though, I am already over thrice his age in life.” She takes off her glasses to give them a quick polish on her blouse. Ellen places them back on, carefully tucking them over her tapering ears. She smiles. “I think you two left fingerprints. Should be more careful, don’t you think?” It is clear she is joking.
Group 1, All but Seth: ”Oh, Ellen starts, interest piqued, “one of the Silverstones. Ellen Merlot, pleased to meet you. Any friend of Raphael’s is a friend of mine." She looks at Emile across the room, watching him prepare each group for the upcoming dance. She sighs. “It is an Emile party, of course there will be dancing. He isn’t coming this way is he?”
Group 1, All but Halcyon: “A nationwide religious conversion is somehow more ambitious than Sinclair’s dreams. Though if you become High Priest within Council, you could focus the pantheon on Abadar. If Sinclair hasn’t disassembled Council by then.” She laughs lightly. “But Raphael, with a speech like that you could whip a crowd into a fervor.” She looks to Sinclair. “Don’t you think?” He nods, and they both take a drink from their glasses.
For Raphael: Emile’s sudden and radical mood change does strike you as off. The Kitsune killer must have some relation to him, perhaps hurting someone dear to him? You don’t know for certain, but Emile does seem vengeful in some regards to this Kitsune. Perception Check, Group 1: Group 1, All: Ellen nods. “It is a difficult matter, especially when described so brief. I recognize this more than anyone. Perhaps we could spend some day over coffee talking about it, don't you think?” She smiles, and listens to Raphael as he asks of Sinclair's ambitions.
Group 1, All: Ellen looks towards Halcyon, her glance shifting between her and the cards that she gave Asfal and Estelle. “One moment, Monsieur Montefiore.” She gets up, approaching Halcyon now “I can’t be the only one without a card. Ellen Merlot, fair greetings to you.” After receiving Halcyon’s card, she slips it into a small purse, smiling. “We will be in touch, Madame.” She returns to Raphael. “Where were we? The changes?” Sinclair nods to her, sipping his drink. She clears her throats, preparing something. “Well, first we need magic documents verified with the Society for all visitors and immigrants. If all of our nation must register their magic, so must our guests. The strength of each caster should be determined on entry to our country” She takes a breath. “Secondly, we need a tariff on magical goods from Galatine. As their entire nation is capable of producing such artifacts, the sheer number of imports are squashing the products of small magical businesses of our nation.” Ellen places a strand of her hair behind her pointed ears. “It isn’t nationalism. it is a concern over the future of our nation. Guests like Abigal Bolton are great members of society here, but not all individuals seek such pure intentions with our country.” She takes a sip, eyeing Raphael for his response.
Group 1, All: Ellen takes a sip of her drink, smirking when Sinclair pours his drink. “Yes, but Raphael’s firm actually does things.”
Group 1, All: “It is no shameless plug, madame. If we couldn’t talk business here without judgement, we would seldom talk at all.” Ellen smiles at Halcyon, returning to her conversation with Raphael and Sinclair. “Think about it though. Between a law firm, a politician and an activist, we could make some serious changes, don’t you think?”
1st Group, Raphael, Valentina, Halcyon: “Oh but tomorrow is a New Year, Sinclair. Full of opportunity, don’t you think?” She takes a small glass, filling it with champagne. The bubbles almost spill over. “Future partners, how about that, Sinclair?” He smiles, clearly happy. She pours another one, to the brim now, handing it to Raphael. “And maybe after dessert we will discuss a third?”
Ellen is short, maybe five feet tall. A thin pair of glasses rests over her eyes, held up by her long pointed ears. Her outfit is composed of earthen tones, varying shades of beige and bronze accented with green fabrics. Her eyes are hazel and her hair a chestnut brown. “The pleasure is mine. I saw the headline for your case. Haven’t had the time to read it, but I made a note of your name. It is a pleasure to meet another who seeks to restore our great nation.” Ellen bows her head slightly, smiling at Raphael and Estelle. From the north, two more individuals enters the room, a golden haired man and Alexander Ravenhall. They chat idly as they walk through the lower vestibule. The blonde man is handsome, with a strong jawline and a small, honey-gold beard.
Raphael Roll: DC 20, Blonde Man: Asfal Stormborn,Owner of Stormborn Industries, a trade venture created by his father. Maintains good connections with those around him, and boasts allies both of Galatian and Durendale descent. While his father is Galatian, he was born in Roland, and identifies as a Durendale citizen. A modest mage from his ancestry, many of his magical trinkets are of his own creation. Nat. 20 Bonus, damnit Raphael:
Asfal avoids physical contact with people. Several individuals have noted that he almost always has an excuse not to shake hands or touch others. In addition, some members of nobility talk about his strange understanding of personal matters. From upstairs, an abundance of footsteps. It seems that the front foyer will be filled with many more faces in a few moments. |
