[i]Huh? This is weird.[/i] Sult frowned, upon realizing that her accumulation of mana was much more irregular than usual. Puffing exasperatedly, it took a few moments to find out the cause, instead blaming it on the way Nero seemed to drag her along for her magical training. [i]You're rather interesting, sir Indrau.[/i] She smirked inwardly, but was cut short when the grisly panorama was displayed before her eyes.

"It is like an slaughterhouse." She said, forgetting momentarily for a second any kind of demure and tact. "So awful." She said, as she felt two eyes staring into her. She didn't even need to turn to know who was the offender. She knew. Nero, her elder twin sister was scowling and frowning at her comment, but she was even more bothered by the massacre. Although she wisely chose to steel herself and not say anything.

Indrau's comment, however, prompted her to stop trying to gather mana, instead focusing on her surroundings and preserving energy. The fight had already stopped, and there she was, Fanilly amidst the whole chaos, lamenting the poor souls that had been victims. That was a kind thought, although Nero rolled her eyes. Kindness was a good trait, but you could do nothing else for the fallen than brace yourself and do the job.

Nero eyed Sult. Sult eyed Nero. Both exchanged a nod as they entered, their walk in measured steps, as they reached Fanilly quickly, incidentally gathering because of Tiral's beckoning.

Well, wasn't this an awful mess. Nero bit her lip as she eyed the elf, who was supposed to be on their side, interrogating a filthy rodent, out of all things. She made no effort to acknowledge Tyaethe's words, or the other's words, but by the way she actually gripped her waist with her free hand, she was visiblely annoyed.

"The witness confirms it, there were two groups and a scuffle." She droned, as she gave a gently pat to the rat, allowing her to skulk back in the darkness. Nero shook her head. Well, she had seen stranger stuff. She eyed Sult. She didn't need to ask, only let her gaze wander to her waist. Sult produced her waterskin, which she handed to her elder sister, as Nero nodded in acknowledgement.

"Well, this is a fine mess, already." The elder of the Sunfields knelt before Fanilly, offering the waterskin to the captain, her words a whisper. "First time seeing something like this, eh? Drink a bit and settle, captain. We need you whole if we want to honor these victims and do justice. We'll cover for you now, but you should watch and learn for next time." Nero said, as she stood on her feet, juggling her other waterskin in her hands. "Sult, please be a dear, and see to the corpses. Untie them." [i]And see what you can find whilst doing so. I don't need to tell you to check the on the newest corpses for clues such as tattoos,scars and state of their teeth. A healer like you might be able to see something other knights can't.[/i]

Sult reeled slightly, before pondering on something, and without a word, she proceed to do the gruesome job. She had understood.

Which then she offered to the leader of the mercenaries. "The job looked easier when you agreed to do it, no, Alette the Shark?" Nero said, offering her best polite smile. "After all, you didn't want to be here to meet the Iron Roses, because it's potential trouble to whoever hired you." The elder of the Sunfield went with her friendly tirade, but she didn't stopped looking at Alette's facial expression and hands. Sometimes words weren't even needed to talk. "Which is why your lips are sealed about what or who are you supposed to find. Frankly speaking, I'd not want to be in your hide now."

"I'm Nero Sunfield, by the way. Pleased to meet you." She finally added, as she did a small curtsy. "Even if lady Gwathnetgh thinks otherwise." 

That seemed to struck a nerve. "It's Gwathneth!" The elf hollered back.

"Sorry, my ability to pronounce elven names is crude..." Nero added. [i]Now comes the tricky part...[/i] "Speaking of which, I'm sorry...but I must ask for your help, as I'm just a new knight."

"Hmph." Umbra snorted, as she eyed the human in contempt. "Well then, speak. What needs to be done?" She added, her glare piercing daggers at Nero.

"I was wonder if you could do that with birds, and send a message. To Candaeln." Nero Sunfield added, awkwardly scratching her head. "Also staying vigilant." 

"..." The veteran elf knight did not say anything, but she incorporated herself as she, once again walked herself towards the exit. "You humans are hopeless." She said, and proceed to do as requested. Nero smiled inwardly. Looks like appealing to her ego would work. Her sight once again rested on her sister, who was now looking at Tiral's note.

"I was wondering sir Tiral..." Sult added, examining the two sets of fresh and older corpses. "If such an important object was in the middle of such a place... maybe we could attempt some scrying and see what it tells about it." She chirped, unfazed by the gruesome task.

Nero herself kept looking at Alette. "I suppose that if you were to tell us, it could mean some serious complications." The eldest of the twins said. "Like your employer's faction deeds being exposed to the light. Politics are such a hassle, aren't they." Nero sighed, as she slumped her shoulders.

[i]Now let's see if she takes the bait. A political powerplay in the shadows is the best hypothesis we have at the moment. Trying to pry out answers with so little will be difficult.[/i] Nero added mentally.