[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]
Gillian suppressed his urge to chuckle as he skulked behind Nero, falling into her shadow as he approached. “Well, I would be a liar if I said that I thought you a more handsome sight in armor, but this is by no means unflattering.” He said in a teasing tone to the Sunfield. He bows slightly to the captain, bemused grin still on his face. “Good morning Captain. Hope you'll forgive me for not reporting to you last night. Everyone seemed exhausted. Hopefully it reached your ears that no other incidents took place that night.” He says, stopping midway to suppress yet another small laugh. He then regards the undead paladin, their argument from the night before still fresh in his mind. “Radistirin.” he adds, nodding curtly. 

“But yes, it seems the two young women had some dispute and needed a duel to work it out. Thankfully it was mostly harmless for the both.” He turns back to Nero. “...and if I remember rightly, there was more to the bargain between you two than being our captains servant. Shall I sponsor your induction to the roses or does Sult have that honor?” Part of him knew he was perhaps pushing his luck with Nero, but it was a chance at small revenge for her deception earlier in the day.  Additionally, he had no intentions of letting the woman out of his sight until he got the answers he was looking for. Discussing that in front of the captain was out of the question, for now at least, so he'd just have to shadow the would be maid until he could catch her alone. 

[h2][center]Nori[/center][/h2]
The young Ito woman sat in the garden, gently chewing on a beet she'd pilfered from the kitchen not a few minutes ago. She'd need to begin her daily practice soon, provided whatever task her new mistress allowed her the time. She sighed, the first sign of resignation the girl had shown since arriving in this land. She wished she were home, but for the moment that seemed unlikely to happen. Her hand rested on the curved shaft of the sheath seated on the grass beside her, familiar and with the warmth of the blade within radiating slightly. Waiting for her chance was growing tiresome, and her patience was beginning to wear thin. Not helped that her mistress seemed to have passed her along, like Ronin did before her. A small pang of betrayal pierce the rabbits chest, her ears dropping, before straightening ferociously in a sudden display. “Enough of that.” she rasps to herself, shaking the doubts from her mind away as she took another bite of her pilfered beet.