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The return trip was rather uneventful, and boring. Sult bit her lip in remorse, as it seemed that she had lost Sir Garret the delicious barbarian beefcake to her antics to the rather pruddish Sparky. Still, that was not as important as licking the wounds inflicted on the order as a whole. Those bandits had more fighting power than credited initially, and no doubt the critical voices against the order would reasonably rise.

Aimlenn. Her eyes stopped at the scenery. Her family had a property in the city, didn't they? They had a lot of properties scattered throughout the kingdom, a byproduct of prodigal generations of faithful servants and nobles. But they were more empty trophies than houses, really, usually manned by skeleton crews of servants. In all her life, rarely she had seen more than three people of her close kin in the same building, such was the dutiful way of the Sunfield.

Still, visiting a cold homestead with empty carvings and statues of the old glories was an acceptable price for some much needed solitude.The mini captain needs me at my full. She's much more green than I initially thought.

And down she separated, taking a detour to find herself before a rather stocky marble house, with exquisite Reonite imagery and militar carvings. Her eyes narrowed slightly upon spotting a banner jutting out of the windows.

Someone else of her family was here. The trickster knight bit her lip, recognizing the sigil. The Raven.

Nero. Damn him. Thoughts raced. Change of plans, she would endure all the people's japes for now, as they were preferrable to...

And then her mount froze. "Good horse." Said a voice, husky not unlike her own, but that belonged to a man. The interloper had driven a carrot in the mount's mouth, and was now petting it. "You're quite obedient and reliable, unlike some wild mares..." The figure turned out to face Sult, blue eyes meeting blue eyes in a glare full of conceited hostility.

He was clad in black, and his blue locks were one of the few hues the man sported. "Hey there, Sult. Are you now playing the knight?"

"I AM a knight." Sult answered, unable to make any polite of him. "And I need to rest now."

"That I see, my dear sister. You smell and look...well, filthy. But not to worry, the staff should be able to prepare you a bath for your lovely bosoms now. I can even join and scrub your back, like we used to do as siblings." The man said, cracking a grin.

"I think I'll share it with my sisters in arms." Sult answered, tugging the horse.

"Poor little beastie. Have some compassion. Don't overwork the horse, Sultie. The thing has nothing to do with family quarrels." Nero added, before clapping his hands.

"Besides, I had a carriage ready to head to the Iron Rose headquarters."

"What are you planning, Nero?" Sult said hesitantly, before heading to the carriage, always looking at her brother.

"Ah, that is the thing... dear little sis. You don't really show all of your cards, do you?" He added as he crouched to enter after her, and after a gentle tap, set his way to the Iron Rose Knights dwelling.
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Like a ticking bomb, Sult's finger tapped against her leg the whole travel, quickening the pace. Blue eyes met blue eyes, and when the carriage opened, the Knight hurried her pace. There was no trace left of her playfulness as she tromped around the headquarters, with Nero at her tail, until she unceremoniously shut the bath door between the two.

"Hello there, Lovely day, hm?" Nero said gracefully as he leant against a wall, deciding not to cause a further ruckus than his sister.

"I CANT BELIEVE THIS. WHY IS THAT WRETCH HERE." Sult's careful image and persona exploded in a tiny million pieces, as she hurriedly removed the armor, the clothes, possessed with an unknown fury before.

"Oh my I'm nero, I have the sass to updo you, wench! Look at my black armor sis, I'm cool cause I AM DARK AND STUFF!" She kept on her rant, as she sampled the waters.

"And then Garret the beefcake goes with that Delacroix uppity wench. Oh look at it, we're so awkward with eachother. Let's make tiny barbarian spuds. ON LIGHTNING!"

"So great timing, I mean, I'll probably get that tiny captain's ass out of trouble again! I'm Fanilly! I'm new here! Please don't eat me because of my puppy eyes! BAH!"

"I should've signed for prostitute." Sult finished her rant, as she leveled her head to sink in the waters.

It was then when she noticed that she wasn't alone, and in fact it was the very captain near her.

"...oh, greetings Captain. The water is nice." She unceremonously said, trying to obviously masquerade her embarrassment.
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