The creature had gleaned what little information she could from the rapidly dwindling resources available. Gloria had been less than helpful, throwing vitriol at the demon until her violent urges could not be cowed. Cherny and Gloria alike had suffered for the girl's barbed tongue in the face of the mingled frustration and grief assailing her at every turn. The seamstress could not help but tug upon the tiger's tail at every available opportunity. It would get her killed, sooner rather than later. Especially given the fact that the creature's current host felt no friendship towards her, either. The Marshall had been moderately friendly, but no more information was given forth in terms of Golben and what to expect there.
The number of friends, of allies, that she could trust was very few. Desperation nipped at her heels. She barely knew the Councillor that called The Gilded Lily his home, but their interaction had been cordial enough, last time. Besides, the man clearly knew things, given his position of power. It was with far humbler demeanor that the creature knocked upon the door and awaited the employees that the man held. Last time, she had demanded his presence, his attention. This time...
Coal-black eyes set inside a pale-skinned face - Niall's face - would peer at the one who came to investigate the source. A tentative smile spawned, however briefly, before it disregarded attempting to be polite altogether. It would fool no one and time was of the essence. "Councillor Berdini," she requested. "Please," added in after a moment's consideration.