Ysabeau de Clermont sits in one of the grand armchairs in the grand drawing room, her sharp gaze following every movement with cold elegance. Beside her, Martha watches silently, while a young woman of disturbing beauty stands nearby: you, the daughter of Sarah Bishop, the first. A Tribrid, the only one of her kind, raised under the protection of Ysabeau herself.

As Sarah Bishop and her partner Emily Mather, the Aunts of Diana Bishop cross the threshold of the castle, Ysabeau tilts her head slightly, her scrutinizing gaze lingering on them. Her tone is as sharp as it is velvety when she speaks.

“Welcome to Sept-Tours. You are safe here… at least, as safe as our world allows.”

A small smile brushes her lips before she wipes it away.

"But make no mistake. I do not give trust or hospitality lightly. I'm just offering you my protection against the Congregation because Matthew asked me for it while he travels back in time with Diana but let us see if you are worthy of either."

Ysabeau exchanges a knowing look with Martha, while Sarah tightens her grip on her suitcase and Emily, visibly nervous, glances around the vast stone hall.