Having her call ignored by the Regna Ferox fellow, Marianne frowned in disappointment, unaware of Meline’s brief encounter with their group. Brief was the best way of putting it, since both Jerod and Isacc began to reprimand the Archer for her loud and brash actions. Thinking on it, she supposed the Regna Ferox fellow had more important tasks to commit too but…it _**really**_ would have been fun to take his eyes.

“Oh well,” she sighed, turning to both Thalia and Jerod before bowing. “Excuse me, but we really must be helping with the inventory soon. Otherwise the fearless leader will be angry with us for not being prepared on the battle field!”

She gently moved past them before beckoning them to follow. Whether they would or not was entirely up to them, but Marianne would at least put an effort to help the group as a whole. They probably wouldn’t though, as Jerod was now caught between a romance circle currently consisting of Isacc and Thalia. Well at least _she_ was working hard.

Besides, that’s what the fearless leader would have wanted her to do? Fearless leader…he…wasn’t angry with her, was he? She _did_ blow a hole through his office. With these thoughts dwelling in her head, the Dark Mage shook them off before happily proceeding along with her journey to the barracks.

“I’ll have to be sure to apologize to him for my actions,” she said to herself, not caring if she gave off the image of insanity. “Ooh, maybe I should bake him a blood cake…I wonder if he likes positive or maybe something more rare…”

_"Umm Jacob what are you doing alone in here?"
_
Marianne paused in her step, blinking as she saw the Archer from before speak before entering into an office. _**His **_office. What she was doing there? Marianne hadn’t been bothered by her outburst a few minutes earlier, but to bother the fearless leader when he was planning their strategies? The thought made a new wave of rage and jealously fill her up. What if they were killed on the morrow? All because their fearless leader wasn’t prepared because he was distracted by some…some…_**harpy**_.

Saying nothing, the Dark Mage quietly peeked over the side of the door and stared at them, making sure to keep out of sight. Noticing the open hole to her right, her palm began to generate a dark purple glow. If Meline did anything suspicious, she would be there to end her life for him. A traitor…yes, that’s what she was! Why else would she just walk into the fearless leader’s office without being summoned? Yes, it made perfect sense.

**_“Do. Not. Touch. Him.”_**

Her voice came out in a dark whisper, much too low for the ones in the room to hear and punctuated with a tinge of insanity.