Leavenworth Smedry

"I'm sorry." Leavenworth replies seriously.

For the moment, he elects to not mention how his Talent has been temporarily disabled.

"Ah Mrs. Stocking. Quite good of you to join us."

He doffs his jacket and settles it around her shoulders like a gentleman. It's made of some form of flexible glass, and the pockets are bigger on the inside, containing certain things.

He then focuses on the lady of the lake. And the severe level of magical mutilation.

"Oh Viviene." He says with quiet dismay. "What have those bastards done to you?"

Gary Bell

"...Is he a nice guy?"

Hey, is it too much to hope for?