[color=ed145b]“Ooh, you’re so young looking but you already have the cynical detective but knightly virtue angle going already. Very nice. Or is this too early for those tropes to exist? Hmm. In all seriousness, I admire that conviction.” [/color]

Mary reacts to Montag’s idealistic statements with a sugary smile. Like a grandparent chuckling at their kid’s ambitions. She dots her cigarette in the ash tray to clear out dead ashes. Keeping the tray between the both of them so Montag could do the same.

[color=ed145b]“I have to say. I know quite a lot about this world, and many others like it. I think you’d be a great fit for our organization. In fact, the first assignment I have for you is really going to pull on that nice sense of justice you have there.”[/color]

Ending on a vague note, Mary moves her attention over her shoulder like she's expecting someone to arrive which just seems to happen right after with perfect timing. An interesting change in course, a new comer in black with shocking red hair is making her way across the bar. Mary watches the nervous arrival make her way through a seedy bar she most certainly did not belong in. Drenched in rain, an accented voice that seemed to come straight out of the 1600s. Mary hides her excitement that a new replacement has arrived.  Well, this wasn’t the promised one but this priest would more than certainly do in her evaluations. The woman pats the free seat next to her with an inviting hand and gestures over to Abigail, beckoning her over from the crowded smoky saloon. [color=ed145b]“It seems someone has come to replace our previous number two. Congrats on the new promotion, Miss Abigail.”[/color] She waves, giving a faint smile and a more investigative look rather than a welcoming one.  

[color=ed145b]“I am indeed the one for you. But not just one. Come meet Mr. Montag here, or the lovely Vi behind the counter there, eavesdropping in our talks. Don’t make a lady hold the entire conversation by herself, introduce yourselves to each other, you all.” [/color]In her mind, Mary notes she really hates hearing herself talk so much and  disdain leaks onto her face. She already knew these characters very well, having bios gathered on all of them.  

She pauses again to let Abigail join them, beginning to feel the expectations of three curious people all weighing on her. [color=ed145b] “Oh I’m so bad with introductions. I forgot if I even gave you all my name. It’s Mary, I’m an envoy for...well. We’ll get to that. I have a job offer for you all that I think you will not refuse. Before we get on to that, you should be focusing on each other anyways, I believe you’re all going to be working together for the foreseeable future.”
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Her eyes glance over to Vi. [color=ed145b]“That includes you, wallflower. Go on and serve your new friends some drinks and introductions.” [/color]

The envoy seems to have no issue with the divergent cast of characters she’s assembled for her play, if anything she’s very pleased to have them all and is eager to start this ride. Like it or not, Montag, Abigail and Vi were all going to be dragged along on it. The world of the bar disappearing around them as focus goes to Mary and the reasons why they were all here.