"Sit Mister Quilz." She says, impressed that Horatio Quilz had presented himself presently. Which said more then enough about past kindred in the city.
She waits until he has done so.
"First things, first." She smiles, a too large, too wide. All too fake smile, and the voice accompanying it, could be considered hard or cold of it held anything but and aching emptiness. "Have you ever committed or do you ever plan to commit Amaranth?"
feel free to lie
Continued from (2006) June's Informal Court...