[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Psyker Landshark][@HereComesTheSnow][@Eisenhorn]
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Of course, there was no way he could be seen walking around with nearly anybody without István having [i]some[/i] sort of comment to make on it. Before he had the chance to make much reply, though, a mug of hot coffee was thrust into his hands. He accepted it wordlessly, bringing it up to his lips to take a sip, as Kayliss glared at the larger man. The mercenary, for his part, quickly introduced himself, jabbing back at István for him.

[color=#ff8c00]"Don't let her sharp tongue deceive you, she [i]is[/i] lovely company,"[/color] he interjected before either of the others had a chance to respond. [color=#ff8c00]"Intelligent, composed, and not so fragile as to take my flat affect for an insult."[/color] He took another sip of the bitter liquid in his cup. [color=#ff8c00]"I don't think I'm the one who needs to worry about peril, for now."[/color]

Hopefully none of them would; they had more important things to do than trade jabs and threats with each other, after all. [color=#ff8c00]"Now. I was planning for the three of us—now four—to be there when Lady Velvetica debriefed her scouts, and I'm fairly certain I saw plumage weaving between the tents. Let's hurry along."[/color]