*Mergoux looks over at Lecter and Jillian and nods once*
Mergoux: Oh bound to be. I'm a 'Dangerous Fanatic' after all. 
*She finishes eating as Silvan walks up to her and bows. She frowns at him from under her helmet*
Mergoux: Dont... don't do that. Don't bow, it's too formal.
*Silvan nods apologetically*
Silvan: I'm sorry Lady Th- Mergoux. I just wanted to talk to you. You served in the Kriegshold guard at one point yes?
*Mergoux looks over at him sharply*
Mergoux: Yes... why?
*She seems cautious*


*Outside, the rotting bodies of the knights begin to change. The blood, already putrifying from the sun, starts turning black and viscous*