Sult's facial expression was that of a deep frown when Livius brought her familiar resemblance, of all things. "Don't compare me to that woman." She hissed beneath her teeth, as she stood tall, her arms crossed. It was then when she noticed someone offering wine. Good. After all the fort slaughter and the bandits, and the lady Cal, she needed a drink.

And given that Livius was declining, she took her chances and sipped the concoction in one go, cheekily.

Nero, in the meantime sighed, taking a fairly more neutral approach. [i]Well, clusterfuck doesn't beging to describe the situation. We're on the hunt of a really dangerous artifact, and this twerph shows at the worst possible moment? With that guy. Despite the good looks, something is off.[/i] The elder twin thought mentally before adding. "I relinquished captaincy of the Ravens a while ago, to join this order alongside Sult." It was her answer.

Well, at least it seemed that Livius was going to speak with the captain, to see what this was about. Meanwhile, Sult slipped by, shadowing her sister, a whisper in her ear.

"Yeah, that beefy lacky of his is not bad in the eye. Your sight is betraying you, Nero..."

Nero sighed. "I could say the same about you, but with a different bodypart." She retorted as she fell in line to follow Livius. "Now, let's see what this is about." She added, following her brother.

"Yep. We should be helping the mini captain." Sult added, as she also fell in line.