[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]

Gillian watched Tyaethe grill the small child, occasionally throwing glances at her bodyguard, a large fellow(he assumed, though one need only look at the aforementioned vampire in full armor to see it was far from a safe assumption) though hardly a threat to them by virtue of sheer numbers. [color=00aeef]"Wow..."[/color] He said, loud enough to cut into Tyaethe's rather masterful tirade. [color=00aeef]"Glad to see the oldest of our order is ready to throw an actual child into the fire because she's on the rag"[/color] He said clearly, rubbing the agitation from his eyes. 

As much as Tyaethe WAS right to demand answers from the girl, he thought she was far from going about it the right way. Firstly, Lady Cal was thirteen. Between her and the captain, this was more a (admittedly high stakes) play date than a potential insurrection. Secondly, whatever the girls intent, it was likely more misguided than malicious for which they should be thanking Reon.

[color=00aeef]"Veileena."[/color] Gill said, keeping his tone divorced from his usual snark and the irritation he felt in favor of a more impassive tone. One that, unlike Radistirin's, at least promised to listen before any judgment of her character was thrown on the girls shoulders. [color=00aeef]"Would you please explain what you and your bodyguard are doing here?"[/color] He asked. It was obvious that the girl was after the shard, but he'd rather hear in the girls own words as to the WHY. If nothing else, she might know who would have tried to steal the shard out from under her.