(https://img00.deviantart.net/2aef/i/2017/323/8/c/lady_maria___bloodborne_by_sciamano240-dbu1v6j.jpg)<br/><strong>Rosebleue de Sailles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14246560#msg14246560)<br/>Rosemont, warehouse hideout.<br/>Tag: Any</strong><br/><br/>She had been sitting in a dusty chair in a dark, shadowy corner of the room, legs crossed and head nodded forward as though dozing off, easily escaping notice or being dismissed as a discarded mannequin or plain doll. Until, at least, she lifted her head and her eyes snapped wide open...<br/><br/>...followed by what could very well have been the largest yawn to ever be recorded in Rosemont, and a woefully conspicuous attempt to be inconspicuous about wiping off a spot of drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.<br/><br/>"Your vampire lore is so boring it could put m- people to sleep," she sputtered trying to salvage some dignity out of the unfortunate situation. "I am<em>Rosebleue de Sailles</em>, hunter of the old blood." Her words were tinged with the exotic accent of her hometown that rolled off the tongue. "But what you say is true, at least. It is my<em>opinion professionnelle</em>that we are ill-equipped to handle a Markov elder as we are... though here and now, it is the Stormkirks you should be concerned about."