"Did someone say... criminal use of iron?"

It's at this point that another fae literally waltzes into the room, her seaweed hair spinning. She's approaching this meeting more like a roof party than an Elysium, as she folds herself against the side of the Count's throne opposite Ignatius.

A familiar blue gem is, indeed, strung around her neck. She is otherwise naked.

"That sounds exciting," she says airily.