Gillian huffed silently as Fanlily ordered them to march on, and the apparent scolding he was to receive once they returned to Candlean. He resolved to come up with a snarky retort….after the danger had passed. Would be pretty embarrassing to explain to Reon he died in glorious combat because he was too mentally preoccupied with coming up with sarcastic remarks to use on the chosen captain. 

“Is this the shrine Master Trial saw in his vision?” Nori asks, somewhat taken aback by the...humble, she decided, nature of the shrine. She begins to scan the surrounding area, looking for signs of life, waiting on an answer. 

“Yeah, we do seem one dooms-day evil cult short what we were expecting.” Gillian adds, watching as Tyaethe tosses a quick prayer into the pool. “Possible ambush?” He asks, more or less to everyone. Considering what had happened at the fort, could not write off the possibility after all. 


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Meanwhile ealeir that morning, a rather...[url=https://safebooru.org//images/1682/78bc0d49fbb841f709f3909cf8aa5f0fdc8fb04b.png?1760782]unwelcome visitor[/url] trudge his way through the gates of Candlean, flanked on all sides by cloaked figures, [url=https://safebooru.org//images/2041/2d37acf355bbc094f19d715dd083d83585dc8dcb.jpg?2127983]a light haired man following closely behind[/url]. It was hardly rare to see a noble not of the order. After all, there were pleasantries to exchange, generous donations to contribute to their noble cause, and even the ever frequently (though rarely helpful) eager volunteer seeking to prove themselves. 

However it was known publicly that the lead man, Livius Sunfield, was in no way the sort to make public appearances. A mixed blessing depending on who you asked. The youngest, and last, of the previous lady Sunfields progeny, the boy was considered a true prodigy in the field of golemancy. However, what few visits to the noble court he'd dare taken had left him with a reputation of being irascible and stubborn. 

"I demand to see Captain Danbelion!" He says above the din of the morning chatter in the mess hall, voice rasping and straining to reach such a volume, clearly unaccustomed to needing to do so. A few servers awkwardly shuffle in place, unsure what to do with the sudden screaming noble in their dining hall. 

"Ahh..sir..." The man from behind begins. "Perhaps you should take a more polite ton-" He begins, before being cut off by the younger man. "As a son of the house of Sunfield, I've a right to demand an audience with her if need be Vizer." He says, crossing his arms in opposition to the advice. The older man sighs, but says no more. Content to allow the noble to act as he wished, knowing there was little he could do to control him at this point. And he got the impression that the boy wouldn't listen to him, even if he were to explain that the captain currently wasn't in the fort. Best leave THAT headache to another poor soul.

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