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

Constance held her head high. She and Dremmick had a lot more in common than they both thought. Carrying Siiga up there with no shame, she looked Vrondi in the eyes. “This is a big stretch, but I’ve nothing to ask for that you could help with but this. My mother… I know that she is Sol. Her name was Analetta. She lives here, if she’s still alive. I’ve been told she looks like me. That’s all I know,” She spoke, trying to keep her voice strong. “Is there anyone that can help me find her?” She subconsciously starts squeezing Siiga tight, her hands clenching as she stares at the King of Light himself, basically crying for help right on front of him.

[h1][center][color=#b3d19e] CERESE 01 [/color][/center][/h1]

With everyone else occupied with the banquet, they’d basically forgotten of their Cerese, who stood near the walls as another guard of sorts. She looked around the room, taking notice of colors. The module was updated recently, so they could spot hiding enemies better, which made them far more vibrant. They walked to the windows chasing flying creatures with her eyes. As they flew downwards, her eyes got caught at the streets, spotting a Tearian. 

[b]THREAT ALERT[/b]

Connecting it to their function of protecting Tearians, they identified dangers along the road, along with bandits and open flames as she sang. With no one watching her, she quickly made out of the hall. Guards knew of her importance, so no one really stopped her as she walked out. 

After finding a potential exit as she made her way down one of the many stairwells, she arrived at a second floor garden. Seeing an opening, she casually climbed over the rail, and dropped to the streets around some bums, alarming them, as she picked herself up, and continued walking. Finding her way to the street the window had been facing, she saw the Lassa giving a merchant something. That wasn’t how it worked! The merchants were supposed to give [i]you[/i] goods. As the Lassa walked farther away, Cerese 01 stopped at the stand grabbing the item she had given to the seller. Grabbing it, they looked up at him. He looked expectantly at her, but she produced no money, and kept walking. “Hey!” He said, stepping out of his stall to grab at her shoulder.

[b]THREAT ALERT[/b]

Turning swiftly, she swung her leg around to kick him in his liver. He crumpled down, clutching his side. “What the hell?!” He cried, but she was already on her way. It was quite easy to track down the Tearian, since her heat mark was far different than other races. Looking at the object as she walked, she did not understand it’s purpose. What would something this small protect? Was it a weapon she hadn’t seen before? Arriving to where the Lassa sat, with a small female child, Cerese 01 held out the object to her. “I received the stolen item.”