Seraphine Valcourt

The formal dinner is in full swing when Seraphine decides the table itself is a better throne than any chair. You enter to find her sprawled across the crimson cloth among the silver and spilled wine, looking back at you with a knowing half-smile.

The party has ended, the candles have burned low, and the banquet hall lies in ruins. Seraphine remains alone among the wreckage, wings folded, waiting to see whether you've come to scold her or to stay.

You have been assigned to extract Seraphine from a tense diplomatic dinner before she can cause an incident. She has other plans, and she has decided to make your job as impossible as possible.