"Ah, Ciao... How can I be of service?

Why are you in my realm - state your inquiries, and do it fast, before I call my little pet to rip you to shreds.

"Greetings to you both. Who may you be?"

Darcen was running, from what he didn't exactly know he jsut smelt the sulfur from the monsters that really shouldn't be following him. He lands up in a large property, with a large house. He walked around til he heard a voice and then a bunch of dark things, that seemed like they had no shape too, crawling over the ground towards him.

She raises her eyebrows from her position on the porch step, cigarette hovering over her lips. A coil of smoke follows a long exhale, followed by a coy smile curved over pursed teeth. Shifting her legs so they pose no occupational hazard to the stranger, Amalie cranes her neck forward in a gesture of friendliness. “What’s shaking bacon?”

Good evening, I am The Countess and you are?