Eulalie followed Ellie into the tavern with a stiff jaw and eyes hard with frustration. All she wanted was a bath, her things to be in her room so she could change, and her maid to aid her in the endeavor. She watched the 'Beast' person, if he was one, plop a drunkard into a seat, and was more than a little wary of taking the seat next to him that Ellie offered her. The drunkard was an awfully loud man and he stank to high heaven, mostly of alcohol. She resolved to sit, as she felt she really had no choice at the moment. When Ellie slid the little jeweled book her way, she hardly had a moment to look the gift over before he started yammering again.

"-give me a chance to woo you miss, and I’ll show you what a real American Man can do for you.”

Eulalie snapped to attention, her brow furrowed in annoyance. 

"Ma chère cochon, je couperai les couilles." she said as sweetly as she could muster. She even batted her lashes lightly before turning her attention back to Ellie and the little book. He'd have no idea what she said, but anyone who spoke French would know the man risked being neutered.

At first she thought it was a Book of Hours, and wondered why she would be handed a prayer book of all things. It was the right size, fitting in her palm, with gilded pages and little gems set in the leather binding. Then she read the title. "Le Grimoire de la Belle au bois Dormant... but, this was lost!" she said, looking up at Ellie suspiciously. "Where did you get it?"