<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0kQTA1Z.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong></td><td>Countess Lieutenant Kathryn Foss</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date</strong></td><td>May 3025</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location    </strong></td><td>Siege Perilous: Karnov Transport</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open, Edward DuPierre</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Content</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Kathryn tilted her head as she looked over the Viscount. "An honour, Viscount DuPierre." His choice of outfit and lack of servants was unusual, but not unfamiliar. She'd seen ones like him before. They tended to be more optimistic than their peers. Endeavoring to be self-reliant, proud of their own accomplishments, that sort of thing. Probably thought most of the nobility still acted with honor. He would soon change; sociopolitical realities would see to that. Still, it was nice to meet someone who hadn't been thoroughly jaded. Assuming it wasn't all a deliberate deception, at any rate. That was unlikely though. Few of that inclination would pose as someone so hopelessly naive. It strained credulity.<br/><br/>Still, she had to play nice. Sticking to small talk and meaningless pleasantries would be her safest bet for now. They were on a shuttle; wasting their time was impossible. "Looking forward to the, ah, 'feast'?"<br/>