"They're still out there," an unfamiliar voice says from a chair in front of Corliss's desk. Its occupant has her back to you, legs crossed. She's surprisingly short given the deep, commanding nature of her voice. "You'll have to dismiss them, Eden." She cranes her head backward to look at you. "And this is your youngest childe? Come here, Agad the Imperishable. I don't have all evening to wait while you fidget." Corliss waves you forward and you follow her direction.
The woman in the chair folds her black-gloved hands together as she looks you over, eyes narrowed, committing every detail to memory. Her arms are thick, and you can tell that they're corded with muscle even through the formal attire. Despite her intimidating presence, she looks distinctly uncomfortable, though you have little doubt that she could spring to action in an instant regardless of circumstance. Her gaze lingers for a moment along the side of your jacket where you have your weapon concealed.
"You wished to see me?" you ask Corliss.
"Not her," the seated woman says flatly. "Me. I am Archon Adeline Durand, and it is my intention to finish any business in this frozen wasteland as soon as possible. Your sire informs me that you were recently attacked by the Anarch Robert Ward. Is that correct?"
Straight to business, then. This is clearly not a woman to be trifled with. If you're going to hide any information from her, you'd better be convincing.