Contrary to some inane snark leveled in her general direction, Madame de Fer appears to be just as comfortable setting up her own tent in the camp as she is in freezing a pack of wolves. She might have a reputation for being pampered, but that's only because she's cultivated such a notion. Knowing the truth about herself and what she's capable of is yet another way to unsettle her enemies, and they are legion. Such things happen when one plays the game, and Vivienne has made a life of doing so.

She doesn't keep all her opinions to herself, however. The Lady of Iron has many and does not hesitate to share them when it suits her. How the tents should be arranged for maximum efficiency and safety, who should share said tents, how she feels about the fools worshiping the hole in the sky, the selfishness of the rebel mages, the need for Templars to remember their duty. She finds the skulls on pikes in high places particularly abhorrent. Leaving defenseless innocents behind to such a fate.

Once the group is settled in for the long night, Vivienne's thoughts turn to the ransacked Circles. The Herald had promised to find the books stolen from Circle libraries, though with her now dead, such recovery seemed quite impossible. Unless, of course, she can recruit another soul or two to investigate the thefts for her. Why do something that you can convince someone else to do for you?