[h1][center][color=FFE4E1] CONSTANCE MARIT[/color][/center][/h1]

Constance eases, her lips pursed as she hears the nymph. Mind racing as she tries to come up with something, she knows something will have to have some stupid luck here. Giving a quick glare to Dremmick who totally wasn’t the one to kill five people while practically standing in the waters, she moves her shield to the side, and kneels. The practically whimpering bandit behind her doesn’t seem happy about that, but at least they still have a meat shield in front of them.

“I am honored to meet someone such as you, but I am deeply sorrowful to have tarnished your waters to meetl ike this. But, do not blame Sol for our crimes. None of us are Sol residents…” She looks to her allies, her face hardening. “I am the only Sol here. Blame me, not them.