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[color=598527]"I see, I see."[/color] Cecillia replied with a small smile.

[i]"...are you feeling jealous, Cecil?"[/i]

[i][color=598527]"Yes, incredibly jealous Shael why do you ask?"[/color][/i]

[color=598527]"You know, you [i]could[/i] have kept in contact after-"[/color]
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"Ahaha, well, its always fun to meet someone from new lands."[/color] She'd ignore Shael, focusing on the two people in front of her. [color=598527]"Met all kinds of people in my time as a mercenary you know. Never had the pleasure of traveling outside of the country myself, but I've heard lots of wonderful stories."[/color] She'd offer a drink to Annika and lord Bashar. [color=598527]"I can tell you all sorts of stories from my time as a mercenary and of the recent-"[/color]

Unfortunately, it seems fate had other plans.

The sound of an alarm. An assassin? Cecil swiveled her head immediately towards the source of the commotion. A hooded figure. Small. Inept. Why on earth would an assassin try getting this close unless they were confident? It'd be far better to make a shot from afar...but then again, she supposed not everyone had a spirit of wind on their side.

[color=598527]"...it seems I must cut our conversation short."[/color] Cecil smiled, unable to hide a tinge of reluctance to it. [color=598527]"Duty calls and all that. Perhaps we can speak more later."[/color] With that, Cecilia would take off.

[color=598527][i]"Shael, I need speed!"[/i][/color]

[i]"Yes yes, order me around after ignoring me why don't you I don't mind that at all, hmph."[/i]

Despite her sass, Cecilia would have her lightened steps. Being likely the fastest and agile of the iron roses present, her goal was simple - get ahead of the assassin. Cut her off by any means necessary. She'd 

[color=598527]"I'll try and cut her off!"[/color] She'd shout to her comrades.