[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]
Gillian's attention turned to the old man. In part because he was worried the old an was going to get himself hurt by laying his hands on the shieldknight. The woman did not seem the kind to take such offense lightly. But his rambling...disturbed him. Soulscale? It....it never occured to him there might be others with this afflicition. Much less a young girl. Though, thinking back on it, that seemed likely. Who but a desprate child would trust a demon. "What in the name of Mayon's ti-" he begins to ask, before a palace guard opens the doors to the chamber. 
"I apologize for the intrusion my lords!" He says, cutting off the knight. "Our good Captain Danbalion has quelled the conspiritors this night. She has asked that you return to Candaeln." He finishes, bowing to the elite group. A tight knot formed in Gillians stomache, he wanted to stay if only to grill the elder assassin further. "...Understood." He says, eventually, anger barely contained. Orders, however inconvient for him, were orders. 
He collects his things in silence, bowing to the princess and her mage companion. "Though I pray by the grace of Mayon that you never will, if you've ever need of our services, feel free to ask for me by name. It would be a honor to to act as your guard again." He says with a curt bow, voice blunted with forced formality. 
As he walked back to Candaeln he reflected on the evenings events. Unmittigated disaster came to mind. Still, the captain did well in her handling, given the circumstances. He wondered if he should make good on his promise to leave for the forrest again, the sequestered life suited him better than this. "No...." he mumbles to himself as he pushes the door the great hall open, by passing the guards without so much as a glance. "this soulscale is too much of an opportunity. If the ravens know of something, I should investigate them to the full-" He is cut off as he bumps into something warm and fluffy. He raises his eyes, nearly balking at the sight before him. The Delacroix woman sat, craddling the head of a giant wolf (who seemed equally eager to display his love for her), as seven maids knelt before them. 
He remains silent, watching them for a moment. "...the Iron Roses are indeed a strange order..." He mumbles again. He walks around them, addressing the maids. "I apologize, but I am retiring for the night. Please inform the captain that her highness is well and that there were no incidents after their departure." He says, curtly before walking to the barracks. Mental exhuastion wearing on him, he decided he'd speak with the Raven's captain in the morning. Would be easier to extract information from the younger man than that elder lech. And, if nothing else, he had a connection with his fellow knight Sunfield. She might be willing to devulge something. Still, that was for tommorrow.

[h2][center]Nori[/center][/h2]
Nori bows again, ears flopping slightly. "I apologize. I was told that Mistress Fanlily was a young woman of no small beauty and just assumed. If you could direct me to a eeting place where I might greet her formally and allow my own mistress's projection to explain our presence in your fortress formally I would be very greatful" the long winded explination is ended in a rasp. It seems the person has some sort of alignment.
(EDIT at GM approval)
Nori followed the trio of maids to the meeting hall of the fortress, the projection of following closely behind. It was certainly a grande hall, Nori would admit that. Though the dressings were alien to the rabbit, and their effect was some what wasted on them. Nori eyed a small woman, blonde and clad in armor. That should be the captain, if apperances are anything to go by. 
The approval to approach her was all the rabbit needed, and they quickly closed the distance. "Pardon my intrusion captain Danbalion. I am Nori Ito, vassal to the witch-knight Merillia. Mistress Merillia is concerned with the situation and sent me in her place to evaluate the situation." They whisper, bowing as silvery ears flop. Ears of their kind seem to do that a lot. "I humbly ask that you provide me and the projection of my master the opportunity to explain our presence here at this time."