Allison blinked as Aramis reached out to catch her hand, glancing between him and the computer screen. He looked a little like he'd seen a ghost or something...pale and wide-eyed, and she hadn't really shown him anything yet.
"Everything entered into this bestiary was put there by a member of my family." She assured him. "I mean...not everything is signed or labeled, so it makes research hard, but there are a few things in here...and some are names I see a lot."
Turning back to the computer, she clicked through a few entries, stopping when she saw names she knew.
She paused, suddenly realizing that maybe Aramis had recognized the name.
"Like...four hundred years old." She went on, looking up at him. "Did you know them? Or of them? The Argents are from Paris, and some of them were tight with the nobility. That's one reason the fleur-de-lis is the symbol of our family. We use it on our arms so other hunters can identify our kills."
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"Everything entered into this bestiary was put there by a member of my family." She assured him. "I mean...not everything is signed or labeled, so it makes research hard, but there are a few things in here...and some are names I see a lot."
Turning back to the computer, she clicked through a few entries, stopping when she saw names she knew.
"See? There's Louis Geroux...Beatrice Argent...René d'Herblay...Louis d'Herblay...Portia d'Herblay...the d'Herblay name comes up a lot in some of the really old stuff."
She paused, suddenly realizing that maybe Aramis had recognized the name.
"Like...four hundred years old." She went on, looking up at him. "Did you know them? Or of them? The Argents are from Paris, and some of them were tight with the nobility. That's one reason the fleur-de-lis is the symbol of our family. We use it on our arms so other hunters can identify our kills."