"Of course I'm going to help you find them, I said I would didn't I?" Ethan asked with a smile, "I'm not going to stop until we do, I promise." Meeting Nymira's gaze he frowned when she gave him a stern look and wordlessly they argued with one another before he looked back to Amuné, smiling again. Obviously he knew that there was a chance her parents had been taken into the slave trade, just as those other Ydrans had. There was also the very real chance that, given they were Magi or even associated with any, that the Church had taken them. In either case finding them and saving them was going to be no small ordeal. Ethan gave a nod of appreciation that Amuné understood his struggle with Cedric's passing: honestly it still felt surreal and, initial reaction aside, it hadn't fully set in. Or perhaps it had and he was lying to himself in hopes of not having to face the truth just yet. Cedric had been his whole purpose for traveling and for enduring all they had gone through, to lose that would shatter him. Hell, it had, he was just doing his damnedest to not show it.

It was good that Amuné was willing to help Cecil; not too long ago Amuné seemed to want nothing to do with Cecil for his actions. With perhaps the exception of Nymira the three of them were willing to stay together and help one another with their own goals, even if it meant delaying theres. Ethan still wasn't certain whether the Dimuran would stay if they decided to remain here in Mutebo for a short while longer. "Oh she could? That would be awesome! Since we're all getting trained it would be great if you could too," Ethan said cheerfully as he gave a thumbs up, "I bet that would be fun too, or at least it'd be nice being able to control it," he added with a laugh, "Imagine if my wind magic was out of control! I'd be flying all over the place!" Maybe a little joke could help Amuné relax and smile some more, they were all going to be awfully busy the next couple days and it would only be worse if they weren't in a great mood for it. It was hard for Amuné to be on her own, Ethan knew that, but it was for her sake as much as his own that he learn how to use his magic properly.

"Oh, you saw us fighting it? You had one of your visions?" Ethan thought about that for only a second before his brow knit and he looked down at Amuné carefully, kneeling and placing his hands on her shoulders. "You mentioned a book that Cedric wrote... Where is it? Do you think we can look at it? What was it about?" His friend had written a book? Why would a Rokorm be in it? He had to ask Taliya about that later. "That reminds me... I've wanted to ask you about something. When we were fighting the Vazra before you tried helping me, remember? And just before I passed out I swear I saw things, it was almost like I was having a vision myself. But I know I'm not a Seer, I've never had anything like that before," Ethan recounted with an uncertain smile, placing one hand over his eye as he got a headache just from recalling the event. "Did... Did you do that? Can you give other people visions? Is that even a thing?"

Nymira had hoped they might do something fruitful while together, not sit around and chat idly like the old matrons of her clan did every day. Amuné's ability to foretell events could certainly prove helpful but that was neither here nor there, they were to plan where they would go from Mutebo onward. If these people were truly her retainers then they would defer to her but she knew full well they weren't, and they had their own goals in mind. She'd at least enough decency to let them pursue their own goals without pushing her own so couldn't they give her the courtesy of not wasting her time?

"At least I can trust you're taking this seriously," Nymira muttered to Cecil, sighing as she crossed her arms and shook her head. "I trust you'll take full advantage of your time with Norman, we all need to be at our best if we have any hopes of even traveling in this forsaken kingdom..." How it hadn't just imploded on itself was anyone's guess, had any ruling Dimuran clan struck down and antagonized its own the way the Church did they would have been removed from power long ago. Was the Church so powerful it could just do as it pleased? "If it crosses your mind too, ask him what he would like for helping me. I do not like debts to go unpaid and I still owe him for providing shelter. And I suppose we owe him for helping you as well, so be sure to ask. However much money he wants is his." Onto the matters at hand, namely the matter of what they would be doing once they did leave Mutebo. It sounded as though they planned to travel together and pursue their own goals as best as possible, which so long as they didn't stray too far from major cities Nymira had no problems with. "Is there anything more we need to discuss? I'd like to begin training now if it's all the same."

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"Oh really? And how much do you know of Midkemia? Just its name?" A wry smile crossed Lionel's lips as he folded his hands behind his back, walking around Adrianna slowly as he watched her. "Because I know a good deal about it. All the Hunters they have there, and there's a lot, plus the cults like Taliya said. Even with her information you still have to actually [i]get[/i] to it, and then there's still nothing to guarantee they'll tell you what you want. It's a real cutthroat place, the only way you're getting anything there is with gold." Or knowing the right people, and having a little muscle to 'persuade' didn't hurt either. Compared to most of the other cities Midkemia might well as be a prison for all of the criminals it housed, the Church and its Hunters the equivalent of the guards. And like any sizable prison it wasn't the law which controlled things, not really, criminals bought those in power and ran things from the shadows. So hearing the Church presence had increased wasn't too alarming, not if they were in the pockets of the criminals. But then again depending on [i]who[/i] was there it could be a real problem.

"You're going to need help getting in, and the more the better. You show up with some bad looking fuckers and people will take you seriously," Taliya spoke as he smirked at Lionel. Not him, at first glance Lionel looked little more than a choir boy, his doofy ass hair, boyish face and that idiotic smile he always had on. Definitely not the kind of guy you'd want to bring into a thieve's den to help buy information. Then again... "And no, Lionel won't be going with you. He's got his own work to do, though doesn't look like you're not too upset hearing that. Maybe try the little brats that came in? They're traveling anyways and they're fucking insane, wandering about like headless chickens with the Church on their asses. If anyone's brave enough, or dumb enough to go to Midkemia it'd be them."

Those kids were interesting to be sure, Lionel wondered what in the world they were thinking traveling the way they were. A Dimuran princess of all things, a Ydran child, a bumbling backwoods good-guy and some weird Machina... Sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. Not exactly a crowd you were used to. They all had their own goals according to Taliya and somehow they decided the best way to do that was to travel together. "Going with them might take a while, they're all playing at heroes or something trying to save people," Lionel explained as he stopped before Adrianna. Smiling up at her he leaned in closer and raised an eyebrow, looking her in the face before chuckling and turning around, swinging his foot as he stepped away. "But you might enjoy that, it would be fun at least! Plus I'm sure they'd appreciate having someone to patch them up." And then she could leave again after she got tired of helping people. Just like a good healer.

"Anyway that's it, if you want more information talk to Lionel, got it? I'm done taking visitors for the day." She'd spent all morning arranging the training exercise for the brats, most of the afternoon going over Adrianna's information and now she was dealing with her and Lionel's idiotic self. For someone who was hardly a people person she sure was spending a lot of her day having to talk. Getting off of her impromptu chair Taliya lifted her arms in a stretch and audibly popped her back, groaning as she rubbed at one of her shoulders through the pad. "I'm going into town, my whiskey's run dry again... I think that fucker Gage got into my stash," she grumbled, walking past the pair and throwing open her door, making the boy outside jump. Rolling her eyes at his expressions she barked at him to leave whatever he had on her desk, watching him scramble inside and drop off an envelope before running out again. Rubbing at her forehead she grabbed the doorknob and stepped to the side, smiling at Adrianna and Lionel. "I'm like everyone's fucking mother around here, bunch of little shits... Speaking of which... Would you two be dears and get the fuck out of my room? Mommy's got to go shopping!"