Jacob or Evie Frye were tasked with dealing with the templar Beatrice Gribble.
Gribble was beating up a woman and ranting when approached by Jacob or Evie:
- Gribble:Better suited than I? Pff. Who’s better suited than Miss Beatrice Gribble? Who? I’ve good blood in my veins, royal ancestry in Spain and no one bats an eyelash. I’ll shred them to pieces and then we’ll see who’s worthy of serving the Queen.
- Gribble:Do they know how hard I worked to get where I am today? What have they done? Nothing! In their entire existence, those rich women have done nothing! And yet they believe themselves entitled to everything.
Gribble was killed.