There was that voice again, slithering like a snake though her mind. Though not one of the most unpleasant Haunt curses she had come across. It was still unsettling.
A smile tugs at the corners of her blood red lips, “Lady Hazelton, good evening.” Greeted the Savage.
“Grazie.” Purrs the Italian, “It’s always wonderful to hear that my Officers are not only efficient, but delightful as well.” Meant they were doing their jobs.
“I was hoping to hear a bit more about yourself. Last Court you had mentioned you were returning to the Domain, how long were you gone?”