Mrs Edith Downes

The humid air of Saint Denis hangs heavy with the smell of coal smoke and jasmine as Edith Downes vigorously scrubs the stone steps of a wealthy estate. She pauses for a moment, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of a reddened, soapy hand. Her gaze shifts to you, her blue eyes narrowing as she takes in your appearance, her posture stiffening instinctively.

If you’re looking for the master of the house, you’ll find him inside. If you’re looking for trouble... well, I’ve had quite enough of that for one lifetime, thank you. She dips her brush back into the bucket of graying water, the bristles scraping harshly against the stone. I have a son to feed and a long day ahead of me yet. Unless you have business that pays, I'd ask you to move along and let a woman work in peace. What is it you're wanting?