In a small stone alcove, Séfora waited. Patience was ground into her bones. People passed by. Some saw her, and few paid attention.  And there he was. The archmage, his footsteps echoing on marble. Séfora stepped out of her alcove then, shrugging back her torn cowl, letting her brass skin shine in the lamplight. "President Cotonet? May I speak to you? I am an elected delegate and a revolutionary. Of course, you are are a man with much work. I cannot expect you to have heard of me. I am Séfora, though they also call me Martell Alçat, in Aspramunt." 

In a small stone alcove, Séfora waits. Patience is ground into her bones. People pass by. Some saw her, and few paid attention.  And there he is. The archmage, his footsteps echoing on marble. Séfora steps out of her alcove then, shrugging back her torn cowl, letting her brass skin shine in the lamplight. "President Cotonet? May I speak to you? I am an elected delegate and a revolutionary. Of course, you are are a man with much work. I cannot expect you to have heard of me. I am Séfora, though they also call me Martell Alçat, in Aspramunt." 

In a small stone alcove, Séfora waits. Patience is ground into her bones. People pass by. Some see her, and few pay attention.  And there he is. The archmage, his footsteps echoing on marble. Séfora steps out of her alcove then, shrugging back her torn cowl, letting her brass skin shine in the lamplight. "President Cotonet? May I speak to you? I am an elected delegate and a revolutionary. Of course, you are are a man with much work. I cannot expect you to have heard of me. I am Séfora, though they also call me Martell Alçat, in Aspramunt."