"Praetor, there won't be any fighting," Mira said sharply, her eyes following Lucian for a moment before cursing to herself. "We're simply here to fetch our strays and then we'll be leaving," she added, stepping around her body guard to scowl at Alistair. She struggled to refrain from defending herself against his words of "tradition;" she knew she didn't need to prove anything to him and that it'd be a wasted effort to insist the Kingston way was better.

Then a young Blackmoore came up to Alistair and she looked to Praetor. "Let's just fetch Lucian and Theodora and leave. There's no need to talk big right now," she said evenly, though the words themselves were scolding.