Chapter 1: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Daubra seemed nonplussed about it all so Jeanne was paying particular attention to the rim of her cup. Really when talk turned to such vulgar discussions, she had little to say. She found it embarassing for herself, and her companions and wonders what Victoria thought about it all. Sadly... reading thoughts was beyond her.
Jeanne glances at Nisor and nods, "That seems reasonable enough. What should we register her as? Certainly not the ... truth ...", she says slowly. It was akin to requesting a death sentence and volunteering for North Shire Militia duty to do so.
Jeanne was not a fan of dishonesty, and while she could be incredibly convincing when moved to it, she did not do so lightly or without good cause. Someone else was going to have to register Victoria, she was not going to vouch for something she knew to be a falsehood.
"Daubra... Maybelle, i believe it will take two members to sign her in, could you please see to it, and... while you're there, perhaps see if theres a new mission available?"