_"Er, lass, wha' in the blazin' hells are ye up to? And what are they doin'? Strangest game o' chess I ever bloody well seen..."_

“Oh Jerod! You startled me,” Marianne said, her tone reverting back to normal. The hex she was conjuring up was still dormant in her hand, though now it was of a much lower intensity than before. Raising a single finger, she brought it up to her cheek and tilted her head curiously.

“Me? Well I was simply minding my own business when the fearless leader fell under a seduction spell. I never would have imagined that Archer girl to be a Mage as well. That kind of thing seems next to impossible these days. Just look at the fearless leader’s form! See how he’s caught up in her spell?”

Whether or not she truly believed this or was just messing with Jerod had yet to be seen, though she sounded genuine enough. Actually, it was probably accurate to say that Marianne really believed Meline was some pervert who just wanted to ensnare her precious leader within her web. That couldn’t really be the case of it, right? There was no proof of such personality traits or even a scientific analysis. 

Then again, this _**was**_ Marianne. So whatever. 

“Shouldn’t we do something?” she asked, obvious concern in her voice for Jacob’s sake.