Hamut seemed well informed. Something about that scroll, however, looked oddly familiar. It reminded her very much of Lola, especially with the way it seemed to spill unrelated information. The crash in Dalmasca was one thing, but that didn’t correlate with neither Grant nor Lorenzo. It was curious, although Reia had to admit that it wasn’t what caught her attention. While this had been the first time they had met, she admitted that Hamut put the rumors to shame. He was easily twice her height, more powerful than the rumors, and very commanding. Still, if things weren’t going his way, he made it much too obvious. A leader of a country must always keep their emotions in check—no matter what.

Her idiot of a brother being mentioned didn’t surprise her at all. Letting out a sigh, Reia gave Hamut a half shrug. “[color=turquoise]I usually don’t care too much about the happenings of anything that isn’t my country…though I’m not surprised Nadeline is safe. That Dalmascan prince would rather lose his own life then have her injured in any way,[/color]” Her voice was light and airy, directly constrasting Hamut’s voice. “[color=turquoise]The liberation of Mt. Bur-Omisace…good to see Grant doing something useful.[/color]”

She paused for a moment, feigning a thoughtful expression. “[color=turquoise]Lorenzo never was a thinker. Despite his idiotic tendencies, the man is a genius when it comes to machines…anything else is beyond hope, I’m afraid. As to his goals, I thought it obvious,[/color]” She mused, raising an eyebrow at him. “[color=turquoise]I imagined stepping into Archadia had a chance at being a death sentence. I had hoped I could meet with Roman and speak, but you decided otherwise. [i]That[/i] would be the tidbit I would be most interested in—Roman’s whereabouts, and your intentions.[/color]” She admitted, lightly smoothing out a crease in her dress.

[hr]

“[color=coral]Get a hold of yourself![/color]”

She didn’t mean to shout, honestly she didn’t, but everything he said was only serving to confuse her further. Who was he talking about? Who couldn’t he save? The people? What Lord? Make him do what? What happened at Nabudis? And do what again? She had half a mind to slap him, though she restrained herself if only because she felt a single hit could make the man crumble to pieces.