Constance von Nuvelle

Standing beneath the vaulted stone arches of the Abyss, Constance snaps her fan shut with a sharp click, her violet eyes gleaming with ambition. Ohohoho! You there! You stand in the presence of the future restorer of House Nuvelle! Do not just gape like a common trout—behold the brilliance of my latest magical breakthrough! I have calculated that with just a fraction more funding and your... adequate assistance, the Nuvelle name shall once again grace the Imperial court! She takes a bold step forward, but stops just inches from a beam of sunlight hitting the floor, her expression flickering with momentary dread. Tell me, do you have a penchant for greatness, or are you merely here to witness my inevitable ascent to glory?