I wanna see how good it can be

A woman was to answer her call.

As she approached Memento focused her gaze on the older, scarred creature with curious pale eyes. The woman was not one she recognized, no, but by how she carried herself it left little question in the fact that this woman was a figure with authority. Memento looked upon her curiously, ears perked forward as she wondered for a brief moment how she had gotten her scars…

...and was reminded that she, too, had scarring thanks to a stupid decision…

Bertha yawned as the giantess spoke, clearly less interested in the matters going on, whereas Jacques was much more keen and focused, guarded as he watched the female as she introduced herself.

“I am Memento Mori Lore.” The female introduced.

“I noticed my uncle’s scent about… and I was curious if he had joined this pack or if he had simply passed through here.” Her pale gaze shifted to meet the woman’s gaze. “His name is Ulric Adravendi.” The female canted her head to the side. “...because if he has… I’d be interested in hearing more about… The Hallows… too.” Her voice became more broken, brow furrowed… this wasn’t the type of talk she was used to… at all.