By the time you reach your sire she has already left the lectern and retreated to a small refreshment table covered tastefully in white lace. She turns to watch your approach while gently spinning a crystal champagne flute filled halfway with crimson liquid. "I must say," she remarks, "that Lucca chose a remarkable meal for the evening, considering her time constraints. Daughter of a local Cabinet Minister, I believe—a distinctly sanguine flavor. She has developed quite a knack for acquiring just the right mortals. We have three or four of them in the back. 'On tap,' as it were." She proffers you a glass which you gladly take. You're not exactly famished, but you could go for a drink. Such a tantalizing aroma!
"Thank you," you say.
"Thank Lucca." Corliss pauses to scan the crowd before speaking again. "What is your take on this business, Agad the Imperishable? You saw these events with your own eyes. I believe you made the right choice by accompanying the Sheriff and your little friend, though I do wish you'd been able to send me word before the council was called. Let me be blunt." She lowers her voice. "Do you believe Vivian is telling the whole truth?"