Kensen had every much had enough of Nymira and her insistence. She didn’t know him, all she knew him for was his race and nothing else. It was always the case with people who weren’t Dimuran, but to have another Dimuran shout at him about honour and not going back to his clan was just a bit too much for him. He had done a lot to get where he was now and if Nymira wasn’t happy with it then he was just going to have to try and ignore her without deciding to punch her in the face about it. She was straight up attacking him simply because she only slightly knew his circumstances for leaving the clan and thinking it wasn’t that bad for him to return. Just who did she think she was? His mother? Well he was old enough to not need to be told what to do so sucked to be her. 

While it did make him angry, he was fine with simply walking away and letting her rage on while someone else dealt with her. It was rather disrespectful to badger the one that had saved you. He was just going to get tea for now instead of having to put up with her. Maybe if she hushed down enough he would make her tea too, but that would probably have to wait until Taliya was done talking to them anyway. They all had a lot of explaining to do considering they were attacked by someone who didn’t attack at random. Whether they were going to talk to them about it or not wasn’t his concern, but rather Taliya’s since she was in charge of this area and their progress much more than him. He may have a high ranking second to hers, but she was just stronger mentally and knew how to get her point across better than him when he was considered ‘too polite’ compared to her.

As he headed in he went to the nearby tearoom instead of going off to the front room where Taliya was likely gathering the vagabonds, there was no way that group were otherwise. They had a full camping set, several horses and a combat Machina for protection, there was no way those people were just travellers going from one place to the next like they were selling something. Maybe once that Machina of theirs was fixed up they’d be able to find out more about its purpose and whether it was an illegal model. There was combat Machinas that were fine for protecting people, but then there was some that had illegal upgrades that basically made it almost superhuman in comparison to a butler Machina. It should only take a day or something to get the Machina fixed if the mechanics were on schedule, then maybe that was done they could really hammer into them how dangerous combat Machina were. Those things could kill with incredible ease and the Church hated them, so no wonder they had gotten into trouble lately.

Once his tea was all made he flasked it up and decided to get on through into the room where the discussion was being held, waiting for it to be unlocked for him before sneaking on in. He hoped he would’ve avoided most of the discussion, but rather than coming in mid casual conversation he came in at a rather awkward point involving a Cedric. Keeping near the door he remained looking pretty calm, still in his goggles and scarf combo hiding his expression. Well this had gotten awkward real quick and it was up to the newcomers to explain themselves and whether this was just a regular Cedric, only that it definitely wasn’t. Looking to Taliya momentarily he slowly turned away to leave only to be caught out by her and asked to remain. Sighing lightly he wandered over close to her, lightly jumping up onto a storage crate himself as if the wind carried him and sat cross-legged. Maybe he should’ve brought some tea for Taliya too, but with the doors locked after he entered again it would just be too awkward asking the guards to open them once more.

“Guess I am stuck here…with them…” he sighed, “…Talking about all of this…” He really didn’t want to be here right now when it concerned Cedric. No doubt once they were told the kid was going to flip his lid then they’ll have to control him and it would just be an overall bad time for onlookers. It definitely didn’t make him happy, but knowing as much as he did it was only right for him to be here. Pulling down his scarf a little he simply sighed heavily, leaning back a little. “How much of Cedric did you know exactly? How old are you even to be wandering across the land looking for him? With a combat Machina, no less. Did Cedric give it to you? How long ago did you last see him? It’s kind of important we know too. He was a friend of Taliya’s, you see…”