She sat, contemplating the news, especially the slaughter of the Payne woman, and the unnamed "General" that was found in the marketplace. A frown marred her usually serene and stoic features, her solid onyx gaze swept over the Watch report she had managed to snag from an inside source.

Hmm. Mara Payne, once affiliated with a necromancer. Had the girl gotten what she deserved? According to those the Watch interviewed, she had freed herself from the necro and her insane brother. Was this Madame Dalia back? She'd definately have to look into this one.