Henri surmised correctly... What a relief, and it looks like Aaron will have to expect a scolding from Silas, quite soon.

	'Our product'?
	This is whiskey from the Delvings' distillery? Especially with it being apparently eighty years of age, what a coincidence.
	Ah... Silas poured him a glass before he could say anything. Well. If this furthers their relationship, then he has no reason to correct it.
	Then, he was greeted with the question. He answered briefly after he poured the shot of whiskey in his mouth. It tasted of nothing, as with anything he would ever ingest. "[color=fdc68a]I plead that you would, for His Highness' sake. There is good reason to believe that both these acts intend to spark a war. It wouldn't be good to panic the people.[/color]" It seemed quite like common sense. The way that talking bear innocently pleaded with Fred too, it rings in his mind.
	The rumours will begin on their own anyway, as Young Master's absence grows of note. Henri saying all of this now will only slightly hurry the inevitable.
[color=black]These next few lines, coordinated with A5G.[/color]
	As if it's a complete afterthought, Silas turned to Aaron again.

	[b][color=FEF9A7]"Say, you haven't given Ser Henri any answers. Do you know where his companions went?"[/color][/b]

	[color=#D4AF37][b]"I do not. I have some men looking, but it takes time and they could be anywhere in the city at the moment."[/b][/color] It's hard to correlate the sputtering and angry Aaron earlier to the almost meekly obedient one right here, but there he sat like a little duckling. [color=black]<<[/color]
	The answer disappointed Henri, quite. Not that Aaron was either petty or vindictive for sending out men, that much was expected, but the incompetency of it all.

	Just across the door, a horse speeded past. What caught Henri's attention however was what the horse carried. He momentarily glimpsed with his metal-sense a spectre clad in oriental armor, with a long curved sword on his hip. How odd. It's not who he thought it was, right?
	More importantly, the last rays of this day's sun were dimming beneath the door. He steadily stood up as he spoke. "[color=fdc68a]Ah. It seems I've taken far too much of your time. Thank you for indulging me. Master Admiral.[/color]" Their hands meet in the middle, shaken. Henri's hands in particular have always adorned these pure black leather gloves... so as to mask the material with which his body is made of.
	What a radiance this Silas emitted from just this handshake. To a point that it physically irritated his core. Holy magic? It'd be best for Henri not to get close to him.
	"[color=fdc68a]Constable.[/color]" Aaron hesitated to shake hands for only a half-second, before Silas' gaze fell on him.

	"[color=fdc68a]I'll take my leave now.[/color]" He holds his arms out and the chests full of whiskey and vodka bottles jumped up to him like his own babies, and he promptly left the room.