[center][b]Will 'o the Piper[/b][/center]

The encounter with Alexander Bishop at Aegis corp had left a bad taste in Sigmund's mouth. The idea of how Alexander Bishop had treated his own daughter had never stopped haunting him the rook. If his sons would ever even show a fraction of the affection Bishop had for her father, he would have welcomed them with open arms no matter what side they were on... It was a father's duty to protect his children, Sigmund reckoned, and it still angered him how Alexander Bishop had not just thrown such an opportunity away, but might even have emotionally crippled the girl for life (something Medusa still celebrated.) 

The new mission was therefore a perfect fit for Sigmund, even if he wasn't particularly keen on the villagers. “Think they ever mind their own business?” He had mumbled when they had walked through Kyo-shi. Sigmund didn't like this much spotlight, the eyes digging in his back had actually made him rather nervous. Not to mention having to face a small mob in front of them now that seemed to be staring straight into his soul. Sigmund purposely hid behind his team to try and escape the gazes.

“Now, I think we had better start by hearing the details of what happened, unless anyone has something they want to add?” Charles asked, to which Sigmund shrugged. 

“You got my go-ahead, chief.” Sigmund said, whisking away the question, before surveying the area for a few seconds and reconsidering, “Maybe ask them about the time those kids went missing, type of wounds of the villagers they sent after them, that sorta stuff. Hell, ask them if they've got coffee 'cause I don't know about yours, but my gut is telling me this will be a long night.” 

Noticing the eyes were upon him as he spoke, Sigmund realised he forgot something. “Oh and right, Sigmund Baston.” Sigmund hastily added his introduction to Charles' and Eidren's. He never was good at formalities, and he bowed clumsily. “Don't mind me, just address these two gentlemen right here for all your questions.”

[b][center]Free Billy[/center][/b]

Ever since she had returned from the cold wastelands, Eowyn had not spoken to Sleipnir much. In the conversations she had with Sleipnir, she had noticed fear in his usually proud and unshakable spirit. Although the spirit had not given up on her, as evidenced by his and Mime's final stance, Eowyn could feel Sleipnir's trust in her had taken a hit. He spoke less and was more distant. It had all left Eowyn very out of touch with herself and reality. She had trouble discerning nightmares from her past, which had been popping up nights on end. The bloodbath that had played out in Mösund lingered on her mind.

Then there was Remia, the girl she'd decided, yet failed to protect. Along with Ryan, they had been the only children on her gruesome last mission. Eowyn remembered taking Remia's hand, as a way of ensuring everything would be alright, but nothing had been alright. Eowyn had been subjected to that uncontrollable berserker rage, and of that she was terribly ashamed. 

It wasn't just Remia either, it had crept on Eowyn during her brief vacation between missions. What perhaps bothered the knight most was her mother. How could Eowyn face her own mother, whose treatment she paid for with the job, if her health-care was paid for with human blood? Mother would no longer accept Eowyn's money if she knew... And as a result she would die. Yet how could Eowyn keep secrets from her very own mother? Her visit had been unusually short, and Eowyn had spoken little.

This new mission was crowd control. Chills crept up Eowyn's spine just thinking about it. She was very uncertain about her ability to control herself, but nonetheless determined to do so. She listened to Simon's tirade, smiling as politely as she could, until the man decided to pay attention to something else. Eowyn used this opportunity to greet her teammates;

“I haven't had an opportunity to introduce myself yet, I'm Eowyn, nice to meet you.” She said to Mari in particular and offered to shake her hand. Remia and Arlette she was familiar with, but Eowyn was still nervous about facing them. She smiled politely at the girls, hoping they wouldn't see through her nerve-wrecked façade. She still felt a terrible guilt towards both, but Eowyn tried to hide it the best she could.

“I look forward to working together with you.”