I've heard that the Pine Devil has made itself particularly known... I'm sorry to hear you were among those who had the misfortune.

[ Offering her a sympathetic frown, he makes quick work of preparing the tea, and, once made, he joins her at the table. A glass neatly perched upon a saucer is passed over, and a few sheets of paper are gathered, and, for a moment, he glances up. It was time to use some of that Archivist influence - clearly, the poor thing needed it, considering how rattled she was. ]

If you could, please, start from the beginning. Introduction included, just for ease of keeping things consistent.