Long blonde hair, long and braided with ornate hairpins and chains keeping it pulled back save the uneven bangs shifted along with Chirlot as she adjusted in her seat, observing the gnome as he said his piece.  She'd gotten the gist of the mission before, but this was certainly clarifying some things.  How unfortunate, that they lost a fellow Pathfinder... she didn't know the  man personally but, well, it was always a loss to lose an ally.  Normally she'd be smiling softly, but for now she kept her expression neutral, for the gnome's sake, eyes sympathetic behind her spectacles.  She seemed thoughtful, legs crossed and hands in her lap, outfit tight to her form yet flowing all the same, emphasizing her modest-to-above-average bosom.  Only thing that seemed it<em>might</em>be out of place is the broach of the choker peaking out between the pieces of her high collar, hiding the majority of her throat from view...<br/><br/>But what did this matter to the task at hand?  Little really, but worth saying.  Clearing her throat, a soft feminine voice came forth from Chirlot's lips, every bit as feminine as the mature-looking (and certainly mature-acting) woman was.<br/><br/>"That artifact is as good as recovered.  Do we have a heading on where it might have gone, by chance?" she asked, softly to keep the conversation still private between them "And who are my allies?  Given how long it has been since the 'event,' the most valuable thing you can give me is information and recon... do we have diviners working to magically pinpoint the journal?  If they kept it then it could lead us<em>right</em>to them..."