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Ephraim nodded at her introduction and leaned forward. "I'm Ephraim" responding to her greeting. He leaned back once more and listened to her words "Least you've been here long enough to understand things.." muttering under his breath. After realizing what he just said he sat up straight again "Sorry, I don't mean it as a bad thing, its good to have friends even if they're not blood related you know? Its..I'll shut up now" silencing himself before the noble decided to babble about something completly unrelated about what she was talking about.

(( I'm currently in denial of that LOL!! Not really but they're still cute xD ))

The noble shook his head "Not a feud, I had a friend who was like a brother to me." turning his head down, he fiddled with his fingers a little. "Power consumed him and it ended his life. He couldn't blame himself for how weak he was all the time" he sighed "Aside from Seth, he was the other family like friend I had. Eirika decided to marry so I guess I kinda left the kingdom to her but she had no disagreement to my leaving"

Renault stared down at the note in his hands for a moment, hands shaking a little; not with anger, or fear, but with mirth. A moment later, the bishop burst out into laughter. "I 'impressed' him? He wants to 'take me down'? All right. That's perfect." He looked down at the little squirrel with a grin on his face. "I accept. Let's go; I'll drop my bag somewhere." He rummaged in his bag and looked down to choose; the tome he pulled out was the sacred tome, Luce. Aureola was a tome he would likely never use; it had been that of St. Elimine and to use it would be nearing blasphemy.

Stepping outside, Renault immediately spotted two people; Ephraim and Victoria. He didn't know Ephraim well, but Victoria, as a fellow bishop, he trusted. He walked up to them, probably interrupting their conversation, and held his bag out to Victoria. "I am going to recover Nils. I'd like you to watch over this until I return. Be careful; it holds the tome used by St. Elimine herself." He placed it in her arms, and without waiting for an answer turned and moved towards the waiting squirrel. "All right. Let's go." The only things he held were his tome and the Mend staff always strapped to his back, which he'd recovered from where Rhys had left it.

((Okays. I'll wait then. One more post here.))

Renault crashed through the brush after the squirrel, eyes squeezed almost shut and an arm held over his face. Damn it, this squirrel was trying to ******** around with him before he got to the battle, wasn't it? Well, it wouldn't work. He had something to help. Unstrapping the staff from his back, he turned it and used the wooden end to beat his way through the thorned plants. Ha. Stupid rodent, it wouldn't get the better of him now. It was a good thing he hadn't worn his cloak, though, that would be torn to pieces and just be worse here.

Heading out of Siegell's room in a rush as she was, Ninian forgot about the note and locket lying on the floor. She walked quickly down the hall, entering the first empty room she saw. She shut the door behind her, and stood. For a long moment, she did nothing but try not to think. Even after she had calmed down, she still wasn't calm enough to sleep.

She walked over to the window, staring out into the night sky. She couldn't see the forest; it was too dark, and the woods were too far away.

Restless, she left, heading downstairs. Dangerous thought it may be, she wanted nothing more than to go downstairs and sit, staring at The Door. But alas, it wasn't to be.

She didn't recognize the newcomer standing in the foyer. She'd heard him call out, but most everyone was asleep by now. She stopped, standing on the bottom stair, one hand holding the railing.

"Um, hello," she said, hesitant. "Who are you?"

Such a strange man he was, and yet so polite.

"I am Ninian, Sir . . . Nyilas, correct?" she said slowly, still surprised by his sudden appearance. "I don't know who could have sent you here, but . . . I must ask you don't disturb the others. It's been. . . ." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "Much has happened today, and I believe most everyone has gone to bed. I can show you to a room if you'd like; I'm sure you must be tired."

"A little of both," the dancer told the archer. Yes, today had been quite busy, but 'something foul' was a fitting description as well. Really, that was an understatement, but Ninian didn't feel comfortable telling the details to this stranger.

"And no, there's no charge at all. This house is welcome to all who enter. Please, follow me." Silently, she led the way upstairs and to one of the empty bedrooms. "You are welcome to stay here for the night. I was just about to retire for the night as well."