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The Chauffeur was impressed with the level of damage done to the lobby, thanking any higher power that was listening that he had not grown up a financial man. "The Damage and Needs Assessor" just didn't have the same ring to it.

Charles let go of his client when Sey had healed him. Now he was just standing back and enjoying the show that was ensuing, listening to both conversations- one of business, one of machismo. He really wished he had a drink in his hand.


"Business?" he said to Sey. "It wouldn't happen to pertain to the visit your temple got today from that 'friendly' cultic religion, would it?"

"Yes and no..." Sey said to Charles, giving him a small smile.

"It had to do with that and so many things. As all of the cleric Elders have died, the Temple's livelihood and protection are now upon my shoulders. As such... Some changes need to be made, inorder to better protect the clerics and peaceful occupants of the Temple."

At Stryphe's words Sey bristled a bit, but she knew he was just all talk. There were so many sides of him that she didn't know who he really was... She just knew he was good. Most of the time.

She looked between the two warriors of opposite ends of the spectrum - the clash of black & white so ironic in her mind. She could only hope that they didn't start another fight or something. She was a bit tired.

"I'm not that tired." Sey said with a frown at Joseph. "It's one thing to not be surrounded by Falis' power and to be the only one giving it off..." Yeahhhh.

"Can we just please stop arguing? Please...?" She said meekly, looking at all 3 men.

Cail, being as temperate as he could, stared plainly into the Eye's of Mr. Brown. Mockery of his charge is one thing, however mockery of himself would not be tolerated.

"Yes Sey is tired, and yes you can think your calling a bluff, but don't you think for one moment that I am truly bluffing. Sey's Barrier will hold long enough. And she is tired because she came here to see you, our conflict merely made her more dreary."

Once Cail had turned his head forward again, he did not move his eyes away from Stryphe, call it fear, or cautiousness.

"Now I give you my apologies, you will get no more."

"I do apologize Lady Sey, however I will not have Falis' name mocked," he directed at Sey, but did not move his eyes or his head. "Furthure more, it is time lady Sey and I returned to the Temple. I am sure Merielle is looking to hear from us."

"Young punks with their hair, and their skateboards, and their loud music..." DeSaul muttered, walking through the doorway, which the aforementioned young punk, didn't even bother to hold open for the elderly man.

He hobbled with a cane in his left hand, the cane decorated with an outstretched hand on the top. He wore simple, grey robes, that look as through he has walked millions of miles within. A simple cloth belt sinched it up at his waist, from which a few small pouches hung by strings. These pouches smelled of everything from rose petals, to sulfur.

He was hunched forward, his head covered in long, grey hairs and a receeding hairline, and his face wrinkled by the ravages of time. He had a scowl on his face, as he hobbled around the young punk Allen, and stopped, looking at his fellow CEO, and the small execution that was about to occur.

"Young punks... no respect for themselves, or for others..." he muttered, shaking his head and tisking to himself.

Seemed like the knight, from the look of him, was about to get smote. Big time. Oh well. He never really liked those types. Their brains rattled around their helms too much.

He looked over towards Allen, clearing his throat loudly.

"Reminds me of the time I helped defend the Crystal of Darkness in Ranton... The evil king of demons had been ravaging the land for a century, and people were getting pretty desperate. He was lookin' for the Crystals, the only weapon that could harm him..."

"Honestly." Joseph started out like he was agreeing with Sey, "You're in my place of business, making a mess and putting me behind schedule."

Joseph was standing relatively unguarded since Cali's eyes were still on Stryphe. He was still in a fairly non combative stance, where his now healed arms were crossed at his stomach. He was used to this stance, allowed him easy access to his guns, hidden pockets and didn't make him look too much like a ween.

"I mean, look at this. You're preventing us from doing business with three potential clients here. Seyumi here of course, who I needed to talk to anyway." He gave a little head motion towards the entrance, "And those two over there."

"Allen," He addressed the normally silent man in an attempt to appeal to his patience, "You'd think they'd learn by now, wouldn't you? But no, trouble around these two all the time."

"And Mr. Desaul." The appearance was a dead give-away, "I apologise for any inconvenience this may cause you. But you've probably seen situations much more intense than this, so I'm positive you're not panicked."

Now to deal with armour face. It was getting obvious that asking politely was something that paladins had a hard time understanding. He was going to have to provoke the idiot into doing something stupid before he provoked Stryphe. He would have time to react, so would Charlie, Stryphe and maybe even Allen. Then he could call the HEAVY unit in and escort the paladin out.

"I honestly would like you to get, that way I can do some business. But hey, I know how it is, you don't give a s**t about my business. Hell, I know how you feel, I don't give a ******** about your God. I've disturbed, what, three services at the temple this year?" He inched his concealed hand closer to his gun, "What I don't get is why you think Seyumi coming here would make her tired? If she's so deadset on seeing me she probably wouldn't be tired until after our meeting."

Yes, Joseph Brown could be a pig when he needed to.

It was strange. Without Sey doing anyting a bobble of light flew in from the outside of the building.

Clearly that light spirit was summoned by someone else.