[hr][center][color=f49ac2][h3]Liliana[/h3][/color][/center]
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In spite of making her way through the rain as fast as she could, Liliana didn't get to the manor before there was already a huge crowd of Varjan soldiers at the entrance. Judging from the smoke, either someone was having a barbeque inside the building, or someone had just set it on fire...

But, either way, Liliana had a feeling she didn't want to go in just yet, nor should she. After all, in tight quarters, all these Varjans might overwhelm her friends, and make escaping impossible. It wasn't a glamorous, knightly kind of job, and the rain was cold and sucked, but Liliana had a feeling her fight was out here with these mooks. And, while normally she knew a proper knight fought his enemies head on, well...

She was getting bored of these dullard dummies and their tincan armor. And had no respect for people who were so cruel to prisoners. So, as such, she would just quietly whisper: [color=f49ac2][i]"Whimsy, Blast 'em!"[/i][/color] and pointed her sword at the crowd, more than willing to let Whimsy do as she pleased when it came to dishing out magical punishment. Which, the world tree splinter gladly used the opportunity to smolder at her tip, before a small tide of magma erupted, causing steam to billow around Liliana as it surged forward, slamming into the Varjan soldiers. While it didn't last long, the magical magma would not only not wound the Varjan shield line, but would even harden around them in the deluge of rain.

Now with the shield line thoroughly stuck from the waist down, Liliana would brandish her sword along the broad-side, and whacking Varjan soldiers across the back of their helmets as she dashed along them. [color=f49ac2][b]"Wakey wakey, Varjans! Its time for you to get your ears cleaned out!"[/b][/color] she taunted, sticking her tongue out and getting ready to face down the partially immobilized shield line with Whimsy at her side.

She just hoped that her friends were alright...though, judging from the krackaboom sound of lightning, she had to assume Io was just fine with the others.
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[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
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Eula didn't know much of Sorae's reputation, but did at least have enough trust in her to not execute a hostage needlessly. [color=C48BD3][b]"Please relax. I won't allow you to come to harm prematurely,"[/b][/color] Eula said, gently letting their freshly captured noblewoman on her feet, while standing by to allow Sorae to conduct her interrogation. [color=C48BD3][b]"We are not barbarians like the Varjans are. We simply seek information."[/b][/color]

Eula held a hand on the ropes, more as a measure against her running away than in a bid to keep her confined. [color=C48BD3][b]"We are searching for the killers of Clan Tokinomiya. Do you have any information about such persons, or an idea as to where we could find information?"[/b][/color]