The Councillor Gisgo's suspicions only further emphasized her skepticism through the frown that had begun to spread across her face. Whilst the Sarifen remained strangely silent, there was no doubt in her mind that this armored man, Uriel, defied all conventional logic through his stalwart resolve to follow his comrades to the end. In principle, such loyalty was unquestionably rare and ideally impressive given the nature, in which circles of power shifted on a whim. 

The reality of his words and intentions proved far more consequential in that his remarks bordered on under-estimating Ivalis' prevalence across the globe. So much to the point where his words could have easily been interpreted as a slight against Ivalian principles. At the heart of the man's answers, he had missed an opportunity to possibly strengthen Ivalian support that could greatly work in his favor during a critical moment of what would inevitably prove to be a pivotal night within the continent's destiny.

Exasperated, the Prince ushered Uriel behind him before politely voicing, “We are certainly not moving any closer to achieving our goals if our words are fostering new enemies. Councillor, what our companion meant is that we wish to convey the utmost blessings through common mutual interests through Athirat's splendor! In time … all shall prosper as has all of Ivalis ...”

Through a smirk, the Councillor remarked, “Pray your companions display your wisdom, Comte Le Crosse. These judgmental times leave many without a chance at continuing their lives and wisdom must be drawn from even the most unreachable depth”

“Uriel,” he whispered as the Councillor moved to bring the bound Chevalier towards the pounding surf, “When there is time, perhaps we should discuss matters in private. For now, you mustn't speak your mind lest your words threaten to kill us all! [i]Ona, what have you uncovered across the Palais grounds?[/i]”