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[color=#66CDAA][b][h1]Kayliss Lambert[/h1][/b][/color]
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The next time Istvan took his coffee break in the kitchens, Kayliss was there, emerging from seemingly out of nowhere as she sidled up next to him, one hand falling down to rest next to his stash of whole coffee beans.

[color=#66CDAA][b]"Sir Istvan,"[/b][/color] Kayliss said in her usual emotionless deadpan, staring right at him. [color=#66CDAA][b]"I'd like to discuss your choice of...conversational topics with others."[/b][/color] 

There hadn't been time or opportunity to confront Istvan over this while they were still out on campaign, but she was still rather miffed that he so freely gave away her status as a Crownsblade in front of unfamiliar figures. 

[color=#66CDAA][b]"My former status relied somewhat on word of mouth to keep certain ambitious elements in line."[/b][/color] Read: the Crownsblades were made known to the Veltan nobility in order to intimidate them into not getting ambitions beyond their station. [color=#66CDAA][b]"That being said, allowing the identity of such an agent to leak invites investigations and reprisal. In the interest of my effectiveness as such, it would behoove you to not freely speak of my identity to others. Are we clear?"[/b][/color] 

Her hand hovered briefly over the container containing Istvan's beans before withdrawing as Kayliss did, stepping back. A clear threat if there ever was one. 

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