Mirielle grinned at the redhead, lips curling in an unrestrained display of approval. Not everyone would answer the call to do the right things, especially if it was a path of thorns. The fact that a circus something - what's a carny anyway? Bird trainer? - was ready to wade into a warzone should've put a lot of self-proclaimed righteous men into shame. Unfortunate that those people also tend to have the thickest skin.

...wait, wasn't he a mage? Eh, whatever. Not important at the moment.

[b][color=#778da9]"Well said!"[/color][/b] Said the zealot with a giggle, slowly sipping her wine while her free hand roamed to pick a tiny bit of every dish. Moderation in all things after all. Well, beside faith that was. [b][color=#778da9]"We do holy work, Ludvig! If only there's more people like you out there."[/color][/b]

The meeting continued, though it lost its last bit of formality with the departure of the Archbishop. Mirielle listened in to the following introductions, inwardly growing increasingly confused at the seemingly random quality of the group members, yet refused to show or voice any inkling of it. There must be a reason behind it all, she only lacked the perspective to see it yet. It surely shall be revealed in time. Eventually.

[b][color=#778da9]"Had it really been years? Time sure flies."[/color][/b] Her attention returned to her old friend, who hadn't seems to age a day since their last meeting. Not like she had either, both of them still at the prime of their lives, but Carmen either found a less active duty or had improved immensely in that time. New scars wasn't a strange addition to an active inquisitor, and while Mirielle was relegated away from the forefront presumably her friend hadn't strayed from his path.

He wouldn't. Perhaps the Creator had plans for him. Even she recognize that not everything can be solved with brute force. This mission of theirs was a prime example, more than a blunt instrument was needed to find and rescue Sir Thomas. Hopefully Carmen was up to the task, Mirielle's many things but a strategist wasn't one of those.

[b][color=#778da9]"Never stepped into foreign land myself."[/color][/b] She said with a shrug, mashing her piece of salmon into flakes before shoving it into her soup. [b][color=#778da9]"I've lost count how many times I applied to go, but it seems like a highly coveted duty. Never got through even once."[/color][/b]