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The young songstress turned as she heard the sound of... some kind of conflict. It took her a moment to sort out exactly what she was seeing, but in the end she chuckled and casually turned back to the other half of her conversation. In a certain way, the old man seemed like a suitable opponent, though she was sure Prince wasn't so feeble. No one was giving speeches in the family corner, either. Alright, things were simmering down nicely. People were talking, and that's fine.

Anyway. "Well, the woman, the penguin, Ayame. All changed back with time." She gazed at the plushie as Nero reveled in how long the creature has been this way. She almost felt bad for it, considering it might not have its mental faculties anymore, but she didn't have the time to ponder it before Nero's mannerisms changed.

"I see..." Nero had fled before he could collect his proper reward? Something must have happened. He had been asking around town just before, or so he said. All things considered, any losses associated with him on his return would be... the girl? But... well, it was too late to press further, not that she felt it was her place to. But... he had saved her life in the first place, hadn't he?

"Things don't always go as planned, I suppose. Reminds me of that incident I had in Bosco. I was passing through a minor trade city when I encountered an unarmed woman, pursued by two armed men. Didn't look like guards, so I stepped in. Hehe, I stepped right into a local rebellion. Started a fight and got thrown in jail by the city guard. After the military sorted things out, they let me go, on account of the fact I was fighting the rebels anyway. Didn't pay me nothin', cheapskates." The lady huffs and crosses her arms, feigning indigence. Honestly, she had just been happy to leave the place.