Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-33521582-20180509200620

Irène smiles at the boy but raises a hand and shakes her head gently, refusing the proffered cup. She lives a simple life of service, and doesn't indulge in stimulants or relaxants of any kind.

"Is there any pattern to the disappearances, my lady? Location, language, religion, anything like that?" Irène's question hangs in the air, surrounded by the distant sound of water against masonry.