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[color=olivedrab]"Now that we have a moment, I would like some clarification on your earlier comment."[/color]

Kalliope didn't bother looking up from her soup, enjoying it too much to let Sirius' sourpuss face ruin it. Only after she had her fill did she finally look at the man, impressed as he kept up his consistent glare. She much preferred interacting with the younger brother--the eldest was much too stiff, too formal, too [i]nosy[/i]. In her opinion he also had quite the ego all things considered. Lord Ioannis had entrusted him [i]and[/i] Lysander as his right hand men, and yet Sirius acted like he had any sort of rank over her. The Knights of Seiros only answered to one, and he wasn't it.

[color=olive]"Do you have a moment? I assumed you'd be shaking trees to get Theo down,"[/color] She chuckled. [color=olive]"Must be nice to have so much time on your hands, the bureaucracy must suit you."[/color]

Sirius narrowed his eyes, albeit he kept his voice low. [color=olivedrab]"Your instructions were to spy on Duke Charon, and yet here you are,"[/color] He reminded her. 

[color=olive]"And then I was recalled. I figured it was only a matter of time, the archbishop is quite soft,"[/color] She replied airily. [color=olive]"He may be a child but I won't go disrespecting any orders. Such a thing would disrupt the already delicate balance of the church, even you know this much. So I don't quite understand the hostility."[/color]

[color=olivedrab]"Lord Ioannis wanted the Church to keep an eye on the Duke, his actions have been concerning to the King of Faerghus."[/color]

[color=olive]"Correct. And then he changed his mind after speaking to one Derec Ballard,"[/color] She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, though she didn't missed Sirius' look of disbelief. [color=olive]"It's true, the young man came and asked to speak to the archbishop privately and was granted an audience. After that, the word was sent out, and here I am. If you ask me, the Gerth is the one to be wary about."[/color]

Sirius let out a huff, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had no idea the bastard had even come, and to learn this from [i]Kalliope[/i] of all people made the news worse. [color=olivedrab]"And you think the future Imperial princess is more of a concern than the disgraced Ordelia heiress?"[/color] He asked, raising an eyebrow. [color=olivedrab]"Don't you find it strange that the entire family went into hiding once they were released only for the heiress to pop up here?"[/color]

[color=olive]"The late Duke Ordelia was all about appearances, I don't doubt the rest of the family is the same. Besides, I'd heard she returned to her family, she is the sister to Duke Daphnel's wife,"[/color] She decided to explain herself. [color=olive]"His Imperial Highness initially wanted some time before the prince was to be wed, and now suddenly the marriage is to take place at the end of this year? Something changed behind the scenes, something big."[/color]

As Sirius opened his mouth to disagree, the sound of clattering iron filled the halls next to them. The pair watched as quite a few guards had given chase to a thief. It didn't happen often, but the Monastery was unfortunately no stranger to such a thing. Sirius rolled his eyes, moving to stand when Kalliope stopped him.

[color=olive]"If the Knights don't get them, they deserve to get away,"[/color] She chuckled, continuing to eat her soup. [color=olive]"And the chef is [i]masterful[/i] today, you should really eat."[/color]

Said thief had somehow eluded the guards, confident in their speed as they dodged several grabs and jabs of spears. Unfortunately, once they passed the hall, a sharp pain erupted through their calf. Stumbling down and releasing the bag they held, they let out a howl of pain as the guards surrounded them.

A little distance away, Euphemia clucked her tongue in disappointment, lowering her bow. [color=yellow]"I was going for the ankle,"[/color] She muttered to herself, joining the guards as they successfully lifted the thief to their feet. Their face was hidden by both hood and a mess of green hair, but she didn't really care who they were. [color=yellow]"Bold of you to steal from the Church. Don't you know that the Goddess doesn't smile kindly on thieves?"[/color]

[color=springgreen]"I had to!"[/color] He all but shouted, eyes crazed as he glared at Euphemia. [color=SPRINGgreen]"If you know what's good for you, you'll release me at once!"[/color]

Narrowing her eyes, Euphemia stepped closer to the thief, only to quickly step back as he tried to kick at her. [color=springgreen]"You lot with the [b]Mark[/b] will bring this world to its knees! You remember this, because when she comes, those Marks will bring the world to its knees!"[/color]

At this point it was clear that their little conversation was being heard all around. Letting out a sigh, Euphemia waved off the guards. [color=yellow]"Take him away. Inform the Advisor and Captain--"[/color] She stopped as she looked through the hall door to the Dining Hall, staring straight at the pair in question. [color=yellow]"...never mind, I'll inform them myself."[/color]

Kalliope gave Sirius a shrug. [color=olive]"Be a dear and take care of things, I wanna finish up here,"[/color] She told Sirius, ignoring the scowl he threw at her.

Sirius stood from his seat, joining Euphemia in the hall as she picked up the bag the thief had dropped. Her eyes widened considerably, hastily covering it in her arms before rushing over to the man. [color=yellow]"Sir, he managed to get into the...well,"[/color] She put her voice down to a whisper, showing him a peek of what was within.

There was maybe two seconds before Sirius immediately took a hold of the bag, barking an order at the nearest pair of guards. [color=olivedrab]"Speak of this to no one,"[/color] He muttered to her before taking off.

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