[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#008b8b][i]"Definitely[/i] not your sister, then,"[/color] Fionn agreed, far calmer than the vampire next to him. [color=#008b8b]"There seems to be a recent rise in thefts of such shards. It wasn't long ago at all that we were involved in the mess surrounding another."[/color] Gods and Goddesses forbid they could escape the trouble of these shards of Angroron; no, if anything he had a growing feeling that they were going to be the center of the defining moment of Fanilly's career as the captain, and all of them beneath her.

He did wonder how many of those shards were kept [i]outside[/i] of Thaln, however.

Maybe he should have been less calm about it, like Tyaethe wasn't. Still, even if they didn't get the chance to travel fully abroad hunting the shards—and their thieves—down, it at least was the clear sort of thing that the Iron Roses were supposed to handle. It fit within their broader scope, going back to the original dedication as a devoted religious order, not just one that could do the bidding of the crown and have done with it. It was like he'd told Fanilly before—with Reon and Mayon behind them, there was no chance that they could fail, but undoubtedly they would still have to get through the trials and tribulations before them and put forth their greatest effort for it all.

Anything less would be a poor showing, and when you had divine providence on your side, you at least had to try and make the rest of the tale good too.

But that was business for later. Soon, ideally, very soon, but still later. [color=#008b8b]"Of course, there's still our prior deal that needs to be satisfied. Duke Thedric's wits need to be returned, and we need our other prize—for your sister, if you haven't guessed."[/color] He spared a glance for their obviously-shocked captain. [color=#008b8b]"We can negotiate finding the missing shard [i]after[/i] our previous agreement is satisfied, assuming the captain agrees...?"[/color]