[h2]Bridget Carran[/h2]

"Excellent," the runemage said, not turning away form her work inscribing on the ceiling, "It's unlikely that we'll be able to gather much information before nightfall, as the war normally takes place when people aren't around to observe, but until then, it's simply more time to prepare."

The Irish girl looked away from her work to observe Archer's choice of fitting attire. It was... garish. Garish, overly decorated, and she wasn't entirely sure how he'd gone about acquiring it, though 'outright theft' seemed most likely for someone that was, in every possible respect, legally dead.

"You aren't history's greatest pimp, are you?"