Silas' handsome face slightly contorted in disgust upon hearing the name, but he managed to keep his cool. The man in front of him began to explain the circumstances. About the damage, incident, and harm, all attributed to the mage Asevor. Sounded cold and distant he was, like something ancient and truthful, yet Silas detected deception in his words. Which part and why, he could not tell. 

Cautiousness prevented him to look at the man's masked visage until he told him Asevor is dead.

The Admiral looked as if a mélange of confusion, disbelief, and relief washed him. The Mage was known to be extremely paranoid regarding his own safety. He was powerful, but his ability to escape from a fickle was his defining trait that made his father keep repeatedly hiring Asevor to do his dirty work. 

It said that capturing him was much harder than fighting the man himself. If these people managed to do that, it was obvious that he had to change his strategy. 

[b][color=FEF9A7]"The damage he did to Fanghorn will not go unreported. Rest assured that I will be there to aid you should His Majesty require any of you to testify."[/color][/b]

Clearing his throat, Admiral Silas realized that two pairs of keen eyes had been staring at him thoroughly since his unplanned entry. Unlike the man, they were more impatient, and speak almost in unison. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"Admiral Delving! A long way from the sea, ain't ya?"[/color][/b] 

First, It was from their former acquaintance. The girl from the bankrupted Rosenving clan. Silas' inner self soured, not because of the unplanned reunion, but by a sheer realization that she was also one of the agents who clashed with his brother and won.  
  
He could only offer a weak smile. Thankfully her attention seemed to be diverted to his half-sister.

[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]

[b][color=#F6E1D3]"Hello, Yonnie! Good to see you. How are you these days?"[/color][/b] said Kirsten, with her usual cheerfulness.

Then, there was Matilda...

[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]

[b][color=FEF9A7]"I shall not deny that milady, and I shall fulfill your request if you are willing to lend me your ears, for my words will be the truth and truth only."[/color] [/b]

he decided to pick the half-truth card instead. 

[b][color=FEF9A7]"Very early this morning my father received a letter from the late Baron Von Kruber, concerning the great peril that he was sure approaching his keep. He did not specify anything else but the matter is so important that Highness might want to skip his sleep to hear it."[/color][/b]

[b][color=00a651]"If so, why didn't he send it to His Majesty instead?"[/color][/b] interrupted Matilda. A sheer impatience glinted in her eyes like a fanged beast ready to pounce, but considering her condition, Silas knew it was just an empty threat. 

To be honest, he and Kirsten might be able to take them all down, but it would serve no purpose to him. Right now knew patience was the key... to mend things up. To deescalate, to deceive. It was like surfing in the waves, all he had to do was to adapt with its ups and downs. 

His posture was straight, yet it did not radiate elegance, nor an ounce of nobility. Silas was just the man he was. Trying to tell what he knew and be true to his word. He actually struggled to find the right word for it, but he sure knew when to act like it. 

[b][color=FEF9A7]"That I do not know. But if I may be so bold to postulate, the unconditional trust between my Father and Baron Von Kruber could be the reason." [/color][/b] The word was said in pride, though a pang in his heart said it was misplaced, fake, and ironic.

[b][color=FEF9A7]Naturally, my father did not immediately share the level of grievance the Baron expressed in his letter, yet he stayed awake and dispatched his men. Waiting for any news. And it was indeed news that came to him in that witching hour. Our people from Pesti mentioned the Prince in distress, and we immediately linked it with the announcement from the King earlier. [/color]
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[b][color=FEF9A7]"I am here because my father concluded that the Prince's Convoy is in trouble, and I am here to help."[/color]
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