The housemaid introduced herself as Hessie from Namar. She was a plump woman in her mid-forties, with brown hair and eyes. Her maid uniform covered her from head to toe.
It consisted of a black dress with a full skirt and a white smock apron.
"I'm Lady Lanza's personal maid, it's my duty to serve and follow her." Hessie had a high pitched voice, fear making it sound almost childish despite her age.
"Her Ladyship and her father have quarreled several times because he has falsified the numbers of missing people for months before the Association took charge of the problem."
"That would explain why we underestimated the seriousness of the situation until it was too late" Dorian pondered. "This information may help us to incriminate him later, but right now we have other priorities. I'm really sorry."
His eyes were sincere and he meant those words, but there was nothing he could do.
