Fabre's lips twist, and he regards her a moment, his brown eyes... amused, perhaps.  "Very well, mademoiselle Elaine.  As I mentioned, I shall announce you."  Stepping up to the door, he knocks on it authoritatively with his knuckles three times.  He does not wait for a response before turning the handle and pushing the door open.<br/><br/>Inside, behind a large antique wooden desk sits a man of middle years, clearly growing a little heavyset with age, but still in good fighting shape.  His features are sharp, his black hair greying slightly at the temples.  Anyone would know him by reputation alone: Grandmaster Gilles, leader of the Musketeers.<br/><br/>He exchanges a glance with Fabre before rising.  Fabre clears his throat.  "Sir.  A prospective entrant to our order."  He declines to explain further, or, apparently, to even introduce Elaine.  The grey eyes of the Grandmaster turn to her, waiting.