Remember: everything Ghislaine Dedoldia says is made up.

*Ghislaine Dedoldia stood idly leaning against a wall in a tavern, her arms crossed, a bestial red eye fixated on the person approaching her in a steely gaze. The silver feline ears upon her head in the mess of spiky hair twitched slightly, and she cocked her head to the side, speaking up bluntly,* "Yeah?"