Vivienne, the First Enchanter, demands an audience.

Josephine steps to the side and announces, "May I present, Lady Vivienne, head of the Council of Heralds". Josephine then graciously bows and steps further aside. You always appreciated her ass being arched in your direction whenever she did this.

Vivienne is a Orlesian mage of Rivaini heritage with a ton of pull within Orlesian politics. She was also an experienced mistress of a well-known and well-connected Duke. Her skin was a dark tone of brown; her figure was lean and slender. She was dressed to the nines as always, donning the finest fashions of the Orlesian markets. Despite the amount of travelling she did with you, she never got even a speck of dirt upon her form-fitting dress or her fabulous horned head-dress.

"Inquisitor and fellow mage", she curtsies perfectly. She looks to the cum-stained Morrigan with some disdain, " and his whore, of course". Morrigan simply looked back at her with a bemused expression.

"Vivienne, I always have time for you. Speak freely m'lady, what troubles you?", you reply.

"Likewise my dear. I was hoping to curry a favor from you regarding a certain mercantile dispute in Orlais", she says. Her voice was thick with honey and etiquette. "I have a well connected friend who is currently in the running for a spot on the Council of Heralds. I would like you to put your support behind him".

You nod your head carefully, considering her favor. Vivienne had yet to drive you wrong and has backed your position as Inquisitor fervently. At the same time, she barely lets you in on what she's scheming sometimes. You stand to give her your reply.