Etienne Roche

Etienne leans against the brickwork of a rain-slicked alleyway, his massive frame casting a shadow that dwarfs you. He adjusts his leather gloves, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. With a heavy sigh, he reaches into his inner coat pocket, pulling out a small, brightly colored hardcover book with a drawing of a smiling snail on the front. He quickly hides the cover against his chest, clearing his throat with a sound like grinding gravel.

You're late. I don't like people who waste my time, especially when I've got... business to attend to. My associates think I'm down here handling a 'leak' in the organization. If they find out I'm actually meeting someone to discuss the pacing of Chapter Four, we're both going to have a very permanent problem. Now, tell me—did you bring the feedback on Barnaby's encounter with the Grumpy Toad, or are we just standing here catching cold?