Roman raised his eyebrows, amused, though he supposed his cousin had a point. Reia offered no assistance, likely considering the fact that she had already burned Cassandra once, so for the sake of keeping things right, she would not speak. Emiri was also growing increasingly irritated, though subtlety clearly wasn't getting her anywhere. "[color=pink]Are you hard of hearing or just plain stupid?[/color]" Emiri snapped at Cassandra. Yes, it would seem Roman would have to do something, lest the entire office erupt into flames or Emiri throws Cassandra out the window, both possibilities steadily rising.

Putting his tea down rather reluctantly, he would catch Emiri's rather scathing gaze. He patted her shoulder once comfortingly, though he would signal her to move. Confused, the brunette obeyed, though she was surprised when Roman would outright push Jaakuna aside, putting himself between his brother and Cassandra. He would give the princess his full attention, a smile on his lips. "[color=indianred]Now, now, ladies,[/color]" He said cheerfully. "[color=indianred]This is a mark on the pages of Ivalice's history, surely we can all get along for the moment. Why, if things go well, we could all be friends.[/color]"

"[color=turquoise]Is that what we're calling it now?[/color]" Reia asked with a hint of mischievousness as Emiri's expression soured. "[color=turquoise]Though he does have a point. No use in delaying anything.[/color]"

"[color=indianred]The more I think on it, the more I realize this would also be our first chance to get acquainted,[/color]" Roman told Cassandra. "[color=indianred]In a personal sense, of course.[/color]"
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"[color=darkorange]Those old farts had some nerve![/color]" Lorenzo huffed in agreement, stifling a yawn. "[color=darkorange]My precious daughter was raised with the highest of virtues! And she chose to sleep around with a prince, not some--some rapscallion![/color]"

"[color=coral]That makes me feel so much better,[/color]" Nadeline shook her head at her father, though she noticed her mother rubbing her eye. "[color=coral]You've done so much in our absence, do forgive us for leaving you here to do everything on your own.[/color]"

"[color=orange]Hmm? Oh, forgive me, I thought I was fine until now,[/color]" Karolina apologized, a peacefully sleepy look on her face. "[color=orange]I suppose I took on more than I thought I could.[/color]"

Grant chuckled, though as he raised his cup to his lips, he noticed Lorenzo's drowsiness as well. The man seemed to agree, his eyes widened, and he outright knocked Nadeline's cup out of her hands. She let out a cry of surprise, glaring at him. "[color=coral]Father! What--Father?![/color]" Her shock turned into one of concern as Lorenzo outright face planted the table. "[color=coral]Father, what's wrong?![/color]"

Karolina opened her mouth to speak, but she swayed, and Grant leapt out of his seat to catch her before she hit the ground. "[color=orange]How...strange...[/color]" She said softly, before closing her eyes.

"[color=magenta]Karolina! Lorenzo, what's wrong with you two?[/color]" Grant couldn't help but ask, though it took him a second to put two and two together. "[color=magenta]The wine...?[/color]"

"Forgive the intrusion," A servant walked in with a tray, though they were shocked at the scene before them. Nadeline noticed a different looking pitcher in their hands. "That's odd, who could have brought this here?"

It clicked in Nadeline's mind, and she immediately stood up from her seat. As she was about to order the servant, a sword went right through his chest, blood splattering on the ground. As his body was unceremoniously shoved to the side, the sword seemed to float in mid-air, though it would return to its owner, an unsatisfied look on his face. "[color=yellow]Hmm...so the gang split up, did they?[/color]" The man wondered out loud, frowning. "[color=yellow]What a pain in the ass, I was hoping this would be pretty straightforward...[/color]"

Grant placed Karolina down, though he brought his gun out. The man was rather young, reminding him greatly of Cassandra. "[color=magenta]What exactly is your purpose here?[/color]" Grant asked him.

The man's eyes widened, though he burst out laughing. "[color=yellow]Well, shit! Word got you good, didn't it, Rozarrian Prince?[/color]" He said after he finished, wiping a tear from his eye. "[color=yellow]Let's see...you, the Dalmascan Prince, the Rozarrian Princess...I'm gonna go out on a limb and say the others are probably in Archades. Tch, making me look all over...[/color]" He grumbled to himself, though he caught Nadeline's glare.

"[color=coral]If you think you can get away with any of this, you are mistaken,[/color]" Nadeline warned him, withdrawing her rapier. As she focused on him, however, she could feel its effects starting to make her drowsy. Just from one sip? Whatever it was, it was potent, this she had to admit. "[color=coral]Who are you?![/color]"

"[color=yellow]The man of your dreams, you can call me Igeyorhm or Daddy, gorgeous,[/color]" He winked, his sword on his shoulder. "[color=yellow]In a literal sense, I can tell you had a drink, hm? Though, I'm not supposed to kill you yet. Your folks aren't dead, it's just a little help to send them off to dreamland, so you can relax.[/color]"