[Gallagher]

Lucienne could hear distant chatter as soon as she passed those doors. It seemed she was among the last to arrive, though that, of course, was no concern of hers. A table covered in refreshments, an entire section of which had already been made a mess of, stood surrounded by six of her enemies. Enemies that displayed their strategies in their very demeanor here, among one another. An Executor that will, no doubt, approach this war as they all do. Without either hesitance or honor. A servant protecting a young master, neither of which would be any threat to her or her Lancer. A young blond with clearly more confidence than experience, not to be underestimated until his servant has been revealed. An older mage, with as much confidence as the blond, but likely just as much experience. And the other woman.

"Bonjour, bonjour," Luci called, meeting the others at the table. "Where is our Ruler?"