[color=92278f]"I just need the mithril for... practice."[/color] Marrion never concerned herself about money. The Hive collected all those coins from the fallen fighters and gave her more than enough to spent on her missions. She's probably one of the few Hive units that has some sort of salary system.

Since it seemed they're going to enter a heavily guarded area, she deemed it appropriate time to finally untie Horatius. Marrion unwrapped the bandage from the thing on her back and revealed a puppet that is slightly bigger than herself. It was obviously made similar to the figure of an East Empire warrior, except that instead of holding any weapon, the puppet's hands were swapped with blades. White it was mostly made of wood, there's small metal stubs here and there that indicates there's some hidden mechanism inside it. The puppet was connected to Marrion's lower right hand with some strings.

[color=92278f]"Welcome home, Horatius. This is East Empire." [/color]Marrion talked to the puppet. The puppet raised its head, looked around curiously, then went limp again.

[color=9e0b0f]"Not here. This is not home."[/color] The puppet's mouth move as if it was speaking. Though it was pretty obvious that the deep voice that accompanying the movement was made by Marrion herself. Marrion nodded as if she was taking notes from the puppet's reply. 

Once they reached the locked door, Marrion leapt onto the nearest wall and started crawling on the wall like a spider. It seemed she was planning a surprise attack for whoever was on the other side. Though glance would reveal something wrong about her posture. Her torso, her head and her lower arms are facing into the room while her legs and upper arms were folded backward to latch on the wall. Her puppet hanging loosely from her hand.

[color=92278f]"We're ready. Let's snatch the gears."[/color]