The Captain furrowed his brows as he looked down on the group of priests and apprentices that had just walked up to him. Holding his cigar out to the side and up to an approaching battle mage, he waited for the battle mage to conjure up a small fire to light it, before moving the cigar back to his mouth and inhaled.

"You are from the Church, are you?" The man inquired as he looked down at them. Although a flair of suspicion was visible on his face, there was no sign of hostility. It did not seem like he considered the underaged teenagers in front of him as much of a threat.
"First, let me introduce myself; my name is Captain John Blastwits, of the White Hand, maritime protection and security company, and at your service Priestess Rune. We are indeed under attack, but the situation is under our control. We have repelled the invaders topside and have secured every entrance and exit to the castle."

He explained while letting out a large puff of smoke. Looking at the shield around Liaena and the group, and how the smoke from the cigar evaporated around it, he would turn his attention back to Liaena.

"If the church wants to help, I will not turn down your help. We have a lot of wounded men up in the infirmary below the keep. Any healing hands that you could provide would be most welcome."

"Gray, what are you doing here?" Suddenly sounded one of the chevaliers in the background, seemingly recognizing Liam as he walked in the bck of the group. Though the chevalier's face was hidden behind his mask.

"Do you know this man?" Captain Blastwits inquired, turning to look at the chevalier. But as he did, another battlemage had stepped into the scene, a female with pale skin and with black hair running down behind her in the shape of a ponytail. The black haired battle mage, Sathrielle, walked up beside Blastwits.

"We do not have any official guests this evening, nor have I received words that we are to receive any. Security protocols dictate that all guests to corporate grounds be wearing special insignias, and to be accompanied by an official of the company at all times." The woman spoke in a calm voice as her gray eyes trailed over to Liaena and her peers. Sathrielle placed the bottom of her ebony staff on the floor as she leaned it against her right shoulder.
"And I see neither a guide with them, nor any insignias on their bodies. It might be rash of me to say, but I do believe that they are trying to deceive you, Captain."