[NPC Post]

The admiral kept his eye on the guards, who slowly rose back to their feet with clear uncertainty on how to proceed from there. On one hand, their direct superior hadn't retracted the earlier order. On the other hand, well, this was clearly above their pay grade.

[b][color=FEF9A7]"Well met, Royal Tutor; Clear the room, all of you."[/color][/b]

Technically an admiral have no jurisdiction over the constabulary, but in practice it's as if the footmen couldn't wait to obey as they filed out of the room with springs in their steps. Momentarily there's only the three of them left in the room, receding footsteps slowly fading in the background.

[b][color=FEF9A7]"That is an unusual request, Ser Henri. And a grave accusation."[/color][/b] The elder Delving smiled pleasantly in contrast to what he's saying, stepping to the side of the desk where he began tapping on the hardwood as his glance switch between his brother and the royal tutor. [b][color=FEF9A7]"What says you, Aaron?"[/color][/b]

[color=#D4AF37][b]"There were some... unsavory elements that deceived the guards to enter the hallowed mausoleum."[/b][/color] He withered a bit under the gaze of Silas. [color=#D4AF37][b]"Only after confronted and cornered that they brought up the royal seal. Otherwise I would've arrested the whole lot."[/b][/color]

He looked like he had been forced to eat a sour lemon.

[b][color=FEF9A7]"I was occupied with my duty at the admiralty for most of the day, such news take time to permeate that far."[/color][/b] Silas accepted the bottle, raising an eyebrow at the shape and the label. [b][color=FEF9A7]"Huh, I didn't know you like our product, Ser Henri."[/color][/b] He popped the waxed cork, perusing Aaron's liquor cabinet for three shot glass before pouring for them. At a glance the content was perfectly equal. [b][color=FEF9A7]"The prince is missing, you say? You do know realize that we cannot stay silent about this matter, yes?"[/color][/b]