<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/BreeDanielsFace.JPG)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fiona Fontaine - Hunter</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Faint:</td><td>☐</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Serious:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Critical:</td><td>☐</td><td>☐</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Advancement:<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Mortalis:</td><td>☐</td><td>Night:</td><td>☐</td></tr><tr><td>Power:</td><td>☒</td><td>Wild:</td><td>☒</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Corruption:</td><td>☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The mention of the overlook got a simple nod from Fiona; she was more than up for it and would be happy to set up there.<br/><br/>At the mention of<em>If you want peace</em>, Fiona couldn't help but mouth the words<em>prepare for war</em>as well.  The words had been ingraned into her from a young age that the powerful decided how things were going to go, and they could either be merciful or tyrannical at their discretion.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to set up, as well as to call Danielle, then mute herself so she could listen in to the conversation via the phones.