BIG FISH IN THE POND

An alliance, eh? Virgil quirks a sculpted brow, noting the woman. She does not like the idea of allying in haste. She likes to know about those she will back in war, those who will back her in war. ?It?s a possibility,? she confirms. And yet this means nothing; it is simply a statement that it could happen, not a promise that it will. ?But nothing more. Tell me of Arcanum, miss Cataleya,? she requests. She reclines onto her haunches, and yet she keeps her aura of being easily authoritative. Her head gestures to the pale Queen, requesting that she do the same. Get comfortable, dear, we might be here for quite some time.