Roman let out a sigh of happiness, leaning back in his seat as the soldiers left. Apparently, the threat had been subdued according to their reports. He sent them to assess the damages, and once they left, he found himself looking at a rather pleased looking Shion. The blue haired woman sat on the edge of his desk, her eyes out the window. She felt his look, turning her amber eyes onto him. He chuckled; she raised an eyebrow at him, though she would stand, her kimono trailing behind her.

"[color=indianred]Nothing more pleasing than a lady's smile,[/color]" He stated.

"[color=deepskyblue]It's nice to see things go according to plan,[/color]" She admitted to him. "[color=deepskyblue]I only pray I'll be forgiven someday. Maybe then...[/color]" Her voice trailed off, and she turned in a different direction.

"[color=indianred]My lady?[/color]"

Shion scowled, a hand on her chin as her eyes narrowed. "[color=deepskyblue]So that's where you went...[/color]" She muttered to herself.
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Emette let out a small breath, her body shivering slightly. There was a small part of her that knew how this would go down, and admittedly, the shadows were very unnerving. She remained close to Aloa, whose expression was relatively neutral, though somehow slightly more concerned with what was actually happening. It knew who they were, just as she had predicted. That should have been comforting, but if Aloa was right about that hunch, she was probably right about everything else she had predicted. For the slightest moment, she thought of Emiri, but she had to put that thought to rest as they were addressed.

"[color=mistyrose]And these are...?[/color]" Emette asked, looking around.

"[color=plum]Messengers of our hosts. How kind they are to welcome us so quickly,[/color]" Aloa stated. "[color=plum]How you make Ivalice tremble so needlessly, have you no shame? An insult, to continue this farce, and for what purpose?[/color]"