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“Okay" She muttered to herself, realizing the stranger was rather dismissive of her presence, at least for the moment. But he finally spoke once again, answering her rhetorical question from earlier regarding, but then continuing with his own opinion about putting a royal “in his place". Czi nodded in agreement, knowing that even though she was born and raised within Fotian royalty, she never allowed herself to treat others as though they were mere leftover scraps at the dinner table. But rather, the Tyro found herself spending time with those of the lower classes, and even the slaves themselves, despite any disapproval of her many relatives and even the King himself. Regardless, it didn’t persuade her to be any different than what she was, which had become -for all intents and purposes- a [i]“voice of the voiceless"[/i]. 

But before she could respond with her own thoughts toward the cloaked warriors comment, she was interrupted by the entry of Lucius and another, who glanced at the trio with a simple “hello”. Czigani gave a quick wave of her hand in response, before watching as they both walked over to a glass encasement which held an unusual book. Czigani returned her attention toward Dremmick and merely shrugged, and that moment, the library doors quickly opened, but this time, it was the guards who had inevitably entered, and clearly their sights were on the cloaked warrior. Czigani had seen the whole thing, but what good was her word against that of a royal without exposing who she really was? But she had to do something,  knowing she needed Dremmick if her own long-term agenda was to succeed. 

But thankfully she didn't have to, as the one she later learned was Lord Eros, emerged through the library doors like the proverbial “knight in shining armor", complete with perfectly coiffed hair, demanding that the guards back down their charges. Czigani had to admit that the Seraphim’s timing was quite impeccable, and perhaps even had a renewed respect for him considering their initial meeting in the dining hall showed just how much of an egotistical jerk he was. But, of course, some things just don't change as Eros couldn't hold back a snarky comment. However, neither could a Fotian.

“Well, I can only smell like the inside of a Wyvern’s gut for so long.” She smirked, trying not to start anything that she would most likely regret later. While she didn’t particularly like royals throwing their power and influence around in vain, she was grateful that Eros intervened when he did, saving everyone from an otherwise awkward moment. “But I’m happy you approve, m’lord, although the choice of wardrobe wasn’t quite what I’d had in mind...” She bowed her head toward the other, whom she respected to a point, but would rather have nothing to do with as well.

[@Rai][@Jollan]