If you're a mercenary, you learn how to smell bullshit quickly enough. Otherwise your client may send you to a situation they never expect you to walk out of. And right now, the presence of the admiral this far inland had rang all the alarm bell within Yvonne's head. Just the fact that a visitor had arrived nearly as soon as the storm's end was suspicious enough, and for the fabled admiral to be on the lead?

There's a dead rat somewhere, and it reeked.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Admiral Delving! A long way from the sea, ain't ya?"[/color][/b] Yvonne leaned lightly against the table, frivolous yet in full alert with her sheathed sword in hand. [b][color=#a4161a]"And Kirsten, pretty as always. Pardon the sorry welcome, we've had a mage problem recently. It's been dealt with."[/color][/b]

Can the party take them? The other three were unknown, but the Delving siblings were the real deal. Yvonne in her peak condition may be able to match Kirsten pound to pound, but she's nowhere near a good state at the moment. Whereas Silas... never personally seen the man fight for real, but words were he's a powerful and well-rounded fighter. Probably would've lopped her head off within minutes even at her best. Here's hoping the special investigator can at least tie him down. Her or the illusionist, as the two largely unharmed people in the group.

[b][color=00a651]"I'll be blunt with you, admiral, the timing of your arrival could not be any more suspicious."[/color][/b] The knight-captain growled, not even displaying the slightest bit of courtesy. [b][color=00a651]"Spill. What business do you have here, where seditious influence had taken root?"[/color][/b]