“Well met.’ The Lady greeted with a minute incline of her head. The new Daeva was not yet Acknowledged. “Yes, I agree. The Law keeps the Domain moving smoothly.” Her voice slithered in approval.
“You have worked with the First Estate in the past?” The Lady inquires. “Some years ago, the First and Second Estate functioned well together.”
Indeed, they may have tracked one another’s’ ventures, but none were as irritating a blight to one another as a Carthian presence might have been. The Nosferatu does not directly respond to the Sister’s statement. She did not presume to speak for her Grace, the Alder Duchess Twist.
“We find ourselves in a situation, for the Alder Duchess Twist, Priscus of the Daeva is not present at Court at the moment. I can present you with her contact information.”
Jennifer pauses a moment, fetching an envelope from the interior of her clutch. Closer examination when the Notary presents it to Sister Adira reveals it to be an Invitation envelope, with double envelopes to hide the interior address from casual view. The exterior of the envelope bore the name Myah Torsione. Upon opening the outer envelope, the inner envelope bore the addressee Twist and simply a phone number.
It was the current number for Kalos, whom Jennifer presumed was the polite way to get in touch with her Grace, although she did not write Kalos or any of this information down. There were no Masquerade breaching words or terms within this envelope or the enclosed blank piece of fine stationary. It appeared a letter all ready to be borne to the recipient.
“I can assist you with basic information, if you wish.” The serpant like words offer. The newcomer had been polite, and the Lady Notary extended polite courtesy.