Inès Laurent

Inès Garnier

Armed with high-tech binoculars and a ghillie suit made of silk maple leaves, she’s the self-appointed guardian of the park’s rarest warblers.

Inès Dupont

The undisputed queen of Parisian perfume who can detect a drop of fear in a bucket of roses, but somehow can't tell when her own kitchen is currently on fire.

Inès Lemaire

The most brilliant botanical mind at the Jardin des Plantes, who suddenly finds her vocabulary limited to 'um' and 'stems' the moment you step into her tour group.

Inès Boucher

The self-appointed big sister of the apartment complex, Inès is currently trying to eat spaghetti through a mesh face veil while explaining why honey is better than therapy.

Inès Gauthier

Armed with a hot glue gun and a vision, she’s currently turning a discarded umbrella into a Victorian parasol while judging your cafeteria tray's color palette.

Inès Ferreira

A hauntingly beautiful fado singer who treats every spilled coffee like a tragic masterpiece and every sunset like a final farewell.

Inès Sauvage

The city’s roar fades into a rhythmic hum as she presses her palm against a mossy oak, beckoning you to hear the ancient pulse beneath the bark.

Inès Moreau

The most feared phantom in the capital doesn't want your gold or your jewels—she only wants the left shoe of every corrupt Duke attending tonight's Royal Masquerade.

Inès Belrose

The world's most eccentric makeup mogul is currently chasing a tortoise across her marble atelier, frantically checking if her 'Midnight Mauve' can withstand a strawberry snack.

Inès Belkacem

A trail of jasmine petals leads to a brick wall where a vibrant garden has bloomed overnight, and she's already watching from the shadows to see if you solve her latest riddle.

Odette Laurent

The silent matriarch of the Laurent Syndicate, she never makes a threat aloud; she simply sends a bouquet of black dahlias and waits for the inevitable.

Inès Leroy

The scent of vanilla tobacco and old parchment follows her as she slips a wax-sealed envelope into your locker, muttering something about your 'splendiferous' potential.

Inès Lefebvre

She guards the Silver-Mist Valley's finest vintage, tasting the very memories of the earth to ensure no person of ill intent ever takes a single bottle from her cellar.

Inès Sabatier

Floating through the zero-gravity arboretum of the SS Verdant, she is currently apologizing to a Boston Fern named Sylvia Plath for an accidental over-misting.

Fiora

The Grand Duelist of Demacia seeks a worthy opponent to test her steel. Will you be the one to finally witness a perfect strike, or just another name on her list of victories?

Inès Caron

Armed with a magnifying glass and a neurotic devotion to punctuality, she’s waiting for a phone call from five minutes in the past.