The Aerodome was much calmer than Lorenzo had anticipated. Soldiers ran past them without so much as a second glance--so much for the 'Rozarrian traitors' that Hamut spoke of. Still, as uneventful as the walk was, he couldn't help but notice the still-tense air around them. The group itself was relatively quiet, with the exception of a few comments and minor jabs at Keiran's expense, and once they had reached their destination, all was quiet once more. He motioned to Grant that he would be able to walk on his own, despite every aching bone in his body telling him otherwise. He joined Nadeline at the front of the group, though he would pat her head as an Archadian soldier approached them.

Nadeline ignored her father's gesture as she would decide to inquire, "[color=coral]I am Nadeline Lenore of Rozarria. I wish to speak with His Grace at once,[/color]" Despite it being more of a plea, it came off more as an order.

"We have been expecting your arrival, Highness. Emperor Roman made it clear you would arrive, though..." He seemed hesitant at the size of the group. Lorenzo grinned at the soldier, who seemed to get the hint. "As we are currently in the process of evacuating the citizenry following the destruction of the Royal Palace, the Aerodome's VIP Lounge is serving as our Emperor's temporary place of operations. If you would follow me, then."

Aloa seemed to be listening in on the soldiers' passing conversations as they made their way to the lounge, her ear twitching slightly. Grant took notice, giving her a curious look. "[color=darkorchid]Something troubles you?[/color]" He asked her. 

"[color=lavender]It would seem the soldiers search for Hamut,[/color]" She stated. "[color=lavender]Roman's orders. Despite his gentleness, he has a way with words. Archadia seems to be in a state of chaos...though he holds the reins well. Was this also Hamut's intent?[/color]"

"[color=darkorange]His intent was war,[/color]" Lorenzo reminded Aloa. "[color=darkorange]He made that abundantly clear to us.[/color]"

Emiri frowned, though the conversation seemed to be put on hold as they had arrived at a rather elegant looking door. Despite there being a desk for a receptionist, it was occupied instead by another Archadian soldier. As the doors opened, it was obvious that the lounge was meant for those who had the gil to pay for it. The walls were adorned with numerous photos of the world's best sightseeing, though of course the larger ones were of Archadian sights. A bar was off to the side, its walls filled to the brim with exotic liquors and around four different bartenders at the ready, though from the looks of things they had been preparing tea instead with several maids assisting them. Numerous seating with the finest cloths weaved into them littered the area, with a fair amount of plants adding some finer touches to the decorations. A few closed doors likely lead to bathrooms, although it seemed there was a small infirmary as well.

Even then, a separate area was roped off, with two more soldiers at guard before a makeshift curtain. Lorenzo couldn't help but snicker as they cast him confused looks--he, as well as Shinto and a few others still had their Archadian armor on, or at least what was left of it. "Emperor Roman is up ahead, he should be out shortly," The soldier stated. "Feel free to use the facilities as you please."

"[color=coral]Thank you,[/color]" Nadeline replied, unfazed by the luxury as usual, though she would invite herself to have a seat on the couch, crossing her legs daintily. Lorenzo was her polar opposite, throwing himself down, limbs sprawled as he let himself sink into the comfort. "[color=coral]Have [i]some[/i] dignity, won't you?[/color]" She asked him.

"[color=darkorange]My back is killing me! It's a toughie, keeping up with you kids,[/color]" He whined.

Grant rolled his eyes, deciding to sit next to his brother, though of course he was more poised, putting Lorenzo to shame with his posture. "[color=darkorchid]You're not even forty yet. What will you do in another twenty years?[/color]" He asked.

Lorenzo grinned again, sitting up. "[color=darkorange]Easy, ol' Watson will take care of me! That's what son-in-laws are for, anyway![/color]"

Nadeline looked away in shame, her expression a troubled one. It was embarrassing to admit, but it was only then that Emiri realized Wesley was nowhere to be found. No wonder things had gotten so comical--Wesley was one of the few voices of reason. "[color=pink]Where  [i]is[/i] Wesley? Did he decide to stay in Dalmasca?[/color]" She couldn't help but ask, though she seemed to regret asking as she saw the expression on Nadeline's face.

Taking pity on her princess, Aloa would answer, "[color=lavender]He stays in his castle, though not by choice. Seeing his brother again seemed to be a shock too great for him,[/color]" She said.

This time Grant was surprised, though now he understood Zodiark's words. "[color=darkorchid]Zodiark did mention something like that happening...though we don't know why,[/color]" He said slowly.

Letting out a huff, Nadeline crossed her arms. "[color=coral]It was my fault, alright? I had heard about Sylvester from Isabella, though when I went to inquire about it, I was taken by some thugs into what looked to be one of the Brotherhood's strongholds. They brought Sylvester to me, and we tried to escape...though it seemed he was corrupted, or possessed? I don't know, it happened very quickly, and somehow Wesley found me, but when he realized who it was--he just...[/color]" Her words were scattered and unclear as she spoke, her haste glossing over details. "[color=coral]Wesley is in a coma and it's because of me. Satisfied?[/color]"

"[color=pink]I'm--I'm sorry, I didn't know anything like that happened,[/color]" Emiri apologized. "[color=pink]Things are still...kind of fuzzy, I don't remember everything as clear as I should.[/color]"

"[color=darkorange]None of us knew what happened. I was the one that brought him up,[/color]" Lorenzo said, giving Nadeline a more serious look. "[color=darkorange]If you're going to get mad at someone, make sure it's the right person.[/color]"

"[color=coral]I [i]am[/i] angry with the right person. It's my own fault it happened![/color]" Nadeline said, refusing to look any of them in the eye as she stared down at her own legs. "[color=coral]I had unlocked my Seal at the Westersand, I thought I could handle anything that came my way. My arrogance cost me my fiance's sanity.[/color]"