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Yvonne sighed inwardly, recognizing the diplomatic rejection for what it was. Kirsten knew nothing but the gilded cage she lived in for all her life, that she wouldn't even try to escape. Or perhaps she did and it failed, whatever. The mercenary couldn't do much more than give an encouraging advice. The two of them were on good terms, yes, but not good enough for Yvonne to risk everything for the Delving girl. Her own escape from the Rosenving's clutch were already a work of miracle.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Would you look at that, I think he likes you! I haven't seen him talk that much before!"[/color][/b] She gave Kirsten a firm pat in the back before distancing herself, though her attention was on the elder Delving instead. She's paying attention to the exchange alright. She trusted Sparky's leadership, but at the moment it looked increasingly likely that the elf was trying to antagonize Silas. For some reason. [b][color=#a4161a]"I should make some room for the two of you, yeah? Have fun."[/color][/b]

Yvonne made some distance alright, but from her position... well, a darker, more pragmatic part of her mind told her that should it turn hostile the best move was to flank and neutralize Kirsten immediately. Friendship or not. No hard feelings, but survival comes first.

Under the mercenary's eyes were Matilda, who shut her eyes and inwardly counted to ten in an effort to control her temper. Then the orc glared at the petulant little contractor, flat out displeased at the entire charade.

[b][color=00a651]"So it seems that Cedar have more tact than you. I would call it surprising, but that would be a lie."[/color][/b] Jazdia was evidently not used following after others. [b][color=00a651]"What are you playing at? Out with it. Fucking subterfuge..."[/color][/b]

Elsewhere, the prince mulled over the explanation - after taking some time deciphering through the accent - before nodding in acquiescence. Okay, he could understand that much. His pace resumed, but so did the questions that came to mind.

[b][color=#d896ff]"Very well. Did you caught a name? There should be precious few in the kingdom that can give dame Matilda a pause. Or perhaps there's an overwhelming number?"[/color][/b]

Up ahead, near the end, there's constant thudding noise and hushed whispers. Upon getting close the two would've spotted some of the fort's civilian staffs and some villagers that took refuge under the storehouse. It seemed that the building above had collapsed, for they're using whatever tools at hand to try break open the trapdoor. To little success so far, but didn't deter them from trying.