[h2] Gillian[/h2]
Gillian barely reacts as soulscale burst forth from unseen cupboard. He had to silently wonder how many times she jumped out only to get the wrong target, only to awkwardly climb back into her hiding spot. “Hello Scalie. No my trip was fine. Thank you for asking.” He says, seemingly unaffected by the demonette's antics, only raising an arm briefly to block whatever strike Klaus seemed to be prepping to defend his new passenger. 

“Klaus. This is soulscale. By dark reign I assume she means a panty raid on the fort. I'd hide my delicates if I were you.”He says, introducing the two awkwardly. “And no. I found neither an elf princess nor absconded with her underwear.” He says, turning his head slightly so his chin rested on the imp's leg. “Dont know why you expected me to have it already. Not like you gave me much to work with here short stack.” he says, mild agitation clear on his face. “You seem to be doing well though. Seems you got out of your cage and are actually clothed. A nice change of pace.”

“And how should I know how the investigation is going. Tyaethe and the Lion ran off to do it when we got here.” He huffs, wishing he could skip the lecture and join them. “Coins to croissants though? Probably getting the run around by the college.”


[h2]Livius[/h2]
“Painting a rather unflattering image of your captain if you think I could impersonate her Sult. Though I appreciate the confidence in my assumed cross dressing abilities. Moving on...” 

“....While I resent the fact you're implying the plan we worked on to be idiotic. Yes. You're right in that this is a done deal. You can leave those people to die if you wish. This failing wont hurt the Sunfields reputation in a way I wont consider to be an acceptable, if not enjoyable, loss. Goddess knows father and mother could stand to be taken down a peg.” He says with a pleased grin.

“As for Fanlily. Remember what I said about 'unflattering depictions of Mayon and Reon'? Suppose it is my fault in failing to realize you'd not pick up on the subtext so I shall elaborate.” He picks up the manifesto from the table, thumbing through it until he finds a dog ear'd page. “ 'Lo and the whore witchs Reon and her vile bride belied their divinity and turned the world of lions to sheep. Affirming their actions with the bloods and viscera of innocents slain by their damned avatar'-” he pauses, pointing at Fanlily. “in this context referring to your captain. 'for generations of untold suffering and the propagation magecraft and its raping of the worlds natural incandescence.' Sufficed to say, they would like your good captain dead. There are more passages like this. Whoever their leader is, mans quiet the prolific writer. If long winded.”

“As for addressing their possible hesitation, that is indeed a possibility if slim.” He says, thumping the tome closed. “Thats why I am insistent on your order performing this task. The attempted assassination of her highness proved you're adaptable enough, so if the plan fails I know I can trust you to improvise and get the job done with minimal civilian causalities. Trust me, if body count were not my for most concern, I'd have trusted this job with the Ravens in your stead.” 

He leans back onto the table. “Long explanation put shortly, if you wish to go off script after we deploy you, there is nothing I can do nor do I have much impulse to stop you. All I've provided you with is the terms of engagement agreed upon by myself and several other noble houses of various states.” He says, gently rolling up the map and placing the manifesto back on the table. “I'll leave one of my golems here for the night. You may address your equipment needs to her. If you provide none I will take that as a decline of aid on your part and not trouble you further.” He says, polite bowing to Fanlily before heading towards the door, Vizer shortly in tow. The smallest golem stays behind, head awkwardly swiveling to look at the rooms residents like a lost pet.