[@Seirei No Hai][@Rune_Alchemist]

[i]This is quickly turning into a gaggle of inconveniences.[/i] Mirt mused with more than a twitch of annoyance. 

The mission from the Mistress had barely begun in earnest, the seemingly simple part having passed smoothly, but now there was some unknown stranger speaking of lost children and stolen propert. As if a cart was such a grand prize. While the two demi women prattled, Mirt searched the cart for a sign of ownership and sure enough there was a symbol of claim etched into the wagon. 
Which meant it had to belong to someone with money, with influence, and their own lackeys to deal with problems.

Lackeys like the woman who had threatened them with her sword. As a princeling in his own country, albeit from a time long ago, the situation was somehow more vexing for the added trouble. 2 servants and a prize fighter by his side, with more hostesses coming from the Darkened Honey, the entourage lacked something.

Clearing his throat, Mirt paced forward and rested a hand on Mie's shoulder and offered a serene smile. It lacked any form of hostility and his body language was equally unthreatening.
His posture turned defensive upon turning to Elque. 

"My underling," Referring to her only because she has mentioned him as a benefacotr, "Has overstepped in speaking of private matters. You, who accuse us of theft without proof of ownership, must serve another. Bring us to the true power behind your emboldened authority or leave."

The more important issuendealt with, Mirts face softened considerably as he offered a deep bow of respect before continuing. "As for the young girl you speak of. I will need more information if we are to find her before harm may come. You have my word. I am Mirt of no house, first warrior of Aier'Sun. We will find this girl for you no matter how our current business ends."

Hopefully the sincerity would be enough to sway a meeting with someone in charge. Perhaps two deals would come from this one.