"Yes, burn, burn! Suffer the fate you consigned my holy Jeanne to! Feel those robes you tarnished burn to ash around you! Bask in my Jeanne's radiance in your final moments and take heart in knowing that you unknowingly had a hand in her rebirth!"
"Calm yourself, Gilles. If you overexcite yourself now, you won't have room for the rest of today's activities."
"Of course, my fair maiden. I apologize deeply and unreservedly." Even with your view blocked, you can tell he's bowing. "What shall it be? Are you in need of more familiars? Do you wish me to gather our agents? Just name it, my holy Jeanne, and I will-"
"Shh." She holds up her hand.
"What is it?"
Jeanne d'Arc slowly stands. Her black plate is expertly shaped, conforming to her feminine figure without sacrificing its ability to protect. A skirt the colour of ash flows from the tail of her armour, flapping in the breeze. Her skin is deathly pale, almost bloodless. Her hair is the colour of bleached straw, braided down to the small of her back. She slowly turns her head, bringing the smile on her face into view.
"Because we're being watched."