[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

"Anybody that could keep this plan secret for long enough to enact a theft would take more than our mere presence to give a clue."

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[h2]Lilianna Belwiss[/h2]

"As you wish," the older woman said, getting to work on the task immediately. If she had to inform the knights, that left less time for her to prepare for the first field campaign that she had been involved in since taking up the task of training Fanilly five years ago. It was fortunate indeed that the job itself had required exercising her combat skills... and the captain had improved rapidly enough to allow her to shake off the rust after an unexpected break.

Yet, several hours later, Lilianna still found time to visit Fanilly, awkwardly pushing open the heavy door with one hand. The other, after all, was rather occupied with a young child. It wouldn't take a genius to connect it to Lilianna; white hair wasn't so common that there were a vast supply of other options around Candaeln.

The visit had been expected, the tag-along less so. Showing demonstrably more embarrassment than normal--that is to say, blushing at all--Lilianna explained that Vivien had wanted to say good night to "her aunt". A message that the girl herself enthusiastically repeated, wriggling free only to latch herself around the captain's waist.

"I've told you, Fanilly, that even as a captain you can't take responsibility for actions and problems outside of your control. Especially when dealing with enemies."