[Gallagher]

"Merde, my hair is ruined. Mousse!" The call from the washroom had the dog's head shoot up from its nest of blankets. "Start cleaning up that mess, and no eating it." There was a pause while Mousse untangled itself, hopped down onto the floor, and trotted back to the front room. Running water, the rustle of clothing. Flowery soaps and expensive perfume had no real hope of cutting through the stench her Servant had left.

"There's no rush for us to make our move," Luci eventually answered. "If the other participants can eliminate one another, all the better." And if her familiar went ahead and licked up a dark, congealed glob sliding its way down the wall, she was none the wiser. "You're more than enough to destroy the weaker of our enemies as you are now. There's only so many places in Avignon to hide. This soirée will be the perfect opportunity to see who we shouldn't waste our time with."