Yalanilue grins faintly when she’s mentioned. She sighs, then whistles sharply, her diplomatic facade disappearing. “Hey assholes! Our mission is to assassinate the target, which Aasimar, logically the people would be more than happy to be rid of. As far as the power vacuum, your king is more than capable of taking care of, and has it ever occurred to you that his majesty has other issues to settle that he might need his military for? That’s why we’re here, finishing that which he isn’t in the best position to, for whatever reason. We’re sticking with the original plan, adapting to this mess as we go, and that’s that.”