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The Fotian continued to wonder just how she'd suddenly become wrapped up in all of the politics and intrigue circulating within Vrondi, and more currently, the castle’s library. Eros was a welcomed surprise, taking a lot of the awkwardness from the earlier situation with the guards, but it seemed he had his own reasons for being there. The hooded stranger -Dremmick?- had the right idea she supposed, to get out of the library before more happened that shouldn't involve her. It seemed this whole castle had its secrets, just like any royal estate.

The Seraphim who'd been asleep at the table awoke with a start, a book pressed against his face, which looked ridiculous enough. Czigani stifled a snicker, and at that moment, Lord Eros addressed the young girl as though he were staring at the latest choice meat at the royal market, looking her up and down. It was enough to cause the Tyro to punch the winged bastard in his beautifully ugly face, but obviously that wouldn't do much more than get her killed, or at the very least, thrown into a cell to rot. But before she even had a chance to react to his unnerving assessment of the Fotian’s physique and choice of wardrobe, his attention turned to the couple that entered earlier and greeted them in a most arrogant manner. Czigani felt very out of place at that moment, so much so in fact that she seriously hoped to slip out of the library unnoticed. But, she knew she was there for reasons beyond her own comprehension: Her mother’s wishes before their final goodbye down in the wine cellar, the letter at the door of the guest room and…

Suddenly the Tyro was put on the spot, as Eros pointed out something about an “alliance" [i]-there’s that word again-[/i] and her possible involvement. And with that, she was for, all intents and purpose, introduced to the couple that were known as Lucius and Ami. Czigani could feel the eyes sizing her up, realizing that she probably appeared like any number of the palace servants, concubines, or lower class females. But that was precisely the idea. Without hesitation, Czi bowed her head in their direction, acknowledging them as royalty and following up with a smile. “I am pleased to meet you.”

Of course, the Fotian warrioress wasn't “pleased” with any of this. Humiliated, imprisoned, and then exiled from her homeland. It was enough to drive anyone mad with rage, but this had been her chance to fall in with a group which could potentially align their agenda with her own: A chance to liberate the suffering slave population who had been under the boots of the rich and powerful for far too long.

“I do hope that my presence within this alliance will prove useful.” She cracked a half smile as she again nodded toward Lucius and Ami.