<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Location: Countess Feratti's Mansion - Carmilla's Study</span></span><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/BjcDhQb.jpg)<br/></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/j5UUcQX.png)</div></div><br/>J'eves rose a suspicious brow when Valna claimed the chameleon was just their pet who happened to slip away from them, "I see, so it's your pet, and that's why your companion here offered to trade for the creature so your druid could study it?" they mused, immediately poking holes in their story, "Speaking of whom, where has your druid gone exactly? Your group appears to be down a member" they followed up, their eyes never leaving Juro. It seemed the butler had a pretty good idea of where their druid had disappeared to.<br/><br/>However, before a bigger deal could be made of the matter, the Countess gave a silencing raise of her hand, "It's alright J'eves. So long as no one's been harmed and they're all accounted for it's fine" she said, prompting the elf maid to give a pout, "I think I've been more than a little harmed by that thing" she muttered, which earned her a tilt of Carmilla's head that immediately silenced her "Indeed, it sounds like you've had quite the time of it, why don't you take the rest of the day off? You as well Sasha" Carmilla ordered, with the two maids quickly saying their thanks and retreating with a bow, "J'eves, have the kitchen prepare some refreshments..." she said, before turning to lead the group down the hall.<br/><br/>It would appear this wing of the mansion was more recreational in purpose. There were several spacious rooms were games and small dances could be hosted, and they would receive a brief peak into quite the impressive library as they passed by. However their destination was at the end of the hall. It was a cozy study room, almost cramped compared to the grand spaciousness of the rest of the house, with a warm fire crackling and a thick curtain drawn over the window. It too had several well-stocked book shelves, presumably her more treasured collection, "My apologies for the tight accommodations, I don't usually take guests here" Carmilla explained. The vampire was...difficult to read. She was incredibly polite and welcoming, especially to a group of people she knew had come here prepared to kill her. However at the same time the engraved steel mask made it impossible to see her expressions, leaving only tone and body language to try and judge her by, "Now, it would seem that our introductions have been postponed for far too long...I am Carmilla Feratti, Countess of Rouche County"<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rouche County is comprised of a stretch of land to the west of Wyrmfell, containing the town of Russdale and a few small villages, as well as a number of farms that help feed the capital</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">In addition to essential crops, Rouche is host to several orchards and vineyards, giving it a considerable stake in the alcohol trade. In fact the apple orchard mentioned in the treant quest listing happens to reside in this county, which means Countess Carmilla would have a measure of influence over it's affairs, even if she doesn't own the Redclaw Brewing Company itself.</div></div>she said, holding out her hand, expecting one of them to take it, "It is a pleasure to meet you. You are the Second Chance Club, correct?" she asked, having actually learned and remembered their name.<br/><br/><strong>(Meeting continued in Discord chat)</strong>