Interview

[snow_white_scar]

Lady Tamarind is sitting at her writing desk. Her pocket watch is on the table beside her, a recent habit that she has taken to. She finished writing her list of questions some time ago, and is now waiting patiently. Occasionally, she traces a finger over her scar.

Judas the crocodile is curled up in the door to his room.

OOC: Work kicked my

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[glacianbitch]

*and appears right on time, knocking on her door*

[snow_white_scar]

At the knock, Lady Tamarind glances at her pocket watch, closes it, and tucks it into the folds of her dress. Rising from her seat, she opens the door and nods to the woman behind it.

She indicates the chair on the other side of the writing desk with her hand and takes her seat behind it again, looking as imposing as someone who can't quite manage to do their own hair properly can.

"You have your references with you, I assume,--"

She realizes that she doesn't actually know her visitor's name, and it probably wouldn't be appropriate to call her "girl".

[glacianbitch]

*takes a seat, and isn't intimidated by very many people at all, but at least is on her best behaviour*

Karla. Of Glacia. *and even refrains from saying 'Kiss kiss'!*

And I don't have any references, but I can easily call for one if you want.

[snow_white_scar]

Call for one?

I must have them one way or the other, so that will do.