Nero made no gesture as her smile faded naturally to a serious frown. Words were exchanged, and the young lady Cal did not even answer her attempt at goading her. Nevertheless the constant poking around brought her defenses down. [i]To think the impatience of a child would pay off in the end with our interrogation.[/i] Nero thought, as she watched the scene unfold. She flexed her fist slightly, upon hearing the records of the more-than questionable exploit of the mages.

[i]...Heh, if left alone to their own devices, they could probably would've caused worse. I can't help but believe that by stealing it, they did us a favour to reveal the peril that lurked underneath our very noses.[/i] Her factions seemed to react, even become warmer from the briefest instant. That Cal girl... she'd lie if she could not find sympathy for her. After all, she also had suffered something related. Nero sighed.

"You did well, considering the circumstances." Nero let a concession slip by, as she eyed the Cal. "I would still like to have tea with you once this is over..." She added, trailing over off trying to find the complicity of her other half...

Which wasn't even looking at her, instead she was struggling up and close with the giant defender of Veileena, trying to squeeze her figure past the unassailable knight, an extremely concerning look in her face of pure bliss. "Aww, come on I can braid your hair, and feed you cakes like the mini captain and squish your cheeks." Sult said in moan, flailing helplessly.

It was then when, like a shot, Nero's hand gripped something in Sult's head. Her twin sister's ear.

"OWOWOWOWO...LEMME GO NERO! I WANT A LITTLE SISTER." She blurted out, making obvious her true goal. Nero sighed.

"And I want a normal little sister. It's unfortunate neither of us do get that wish." Nero glared at her own sister, when something happened that caught her attention. Tyaethe, the Paladin, apparently had lost her marbles. Not without reason as the bandit attack bore relation to the rebellion of years ago. The elder Sunfield tried to reach her, but with her sister in tow, she could only watch how tensions escalated, after Sir Indrau joined the fray.

And the unthinkable happened. Loosened by a peerless aim and swiftness, an arrow careened towards the back of Tyaethe's head, hitting the Holy Undead with a notorious thud. Immediately, the knight traced the source of the arrow. And there she was, the elf knight, her bow ready in her nimble fingers.

"For the love of your dear Mayon. Get a grip Tyaethe. Smashing one vermin more won't make a difference at all." She added, oozing smugness. It was not everyday that the senior knight was in a position to be patronized, a fact that Umbra capitalized greedily, her elven factions half-cocked in a reassured smile. 

[i]You wrecked those poor horses, after all.[/i]