Kaezira simply listened in silence to the nonsense of the Centaur and the elves. They seek a common destination of the Institute's library. But of course, the two neutrals could only assume it was open for business. One does not simply walk into the library. That of the Nephilim and the ones they permit are to enter, none else.
Crow tried to make calm of the three begging neutrals, but to no avail. He doesn't handle these types of disputes well, and Kaezira understands thoroughly. Many neutral disputes of all magnitudes have had to be settled by the Nephilim in the past, recurring repeatedly without a foreseeable end. Yet they still reject the Nephilim. They fail to see the great the light allegiance brings to them. What are humani without protection, mere helpless souls, inferior the races that inhabit Terra alongside them.
Sutagara spoke of her gods she had been told the stories of since she was a youthful foal. But they are simply that, stories. She seeks the institute to learn whether these gods of hers are true to not, vowing to join the Nephilim if she finds them to be false. Kaezira has read the books over what feels to be millions of times. These gods she speaks of seem to be merely something her tribe were to cling on to, for fear of all else. A founding tribe member believes something as simple as the feather of a bird falling from the sky as a sign of the gods and they start a religion based off of such an occurance. Rather primitive of them.
"I'm flattered by your respect for the Nephilim, but its not your choice to join the Nephilim allegiance. It is Raziel's word." Putting thought into it, Kaezira sees a strong Nephilim sister in the soul of Sutagara, it would not be to his surprise if Raziel were to see the potential that resides within her, and accept her into the Nephilim ranks.
The elves seek knowledge. One seeks that simply, but the other seeks knowledge of their existence. She is unaware of her past. She wishes to know more about herself. Unknowing of oneself brings great distress and darkness into their lives. Her suffering is not surfaced in her, but can be sensed within her by Kaezira.
"Bah, very well... I shall bring you three to the library to assist you in your quests for knowledge." He directs his speech towards Crow, in a firm tone.
"Corvus, be nice to our humble visitors. They are innocent souls." Suddenly, as if he had been something could be felt within Kaezira. Something strange. It was dark, it was aggravating. It was the presence of something dangerous. Something within the city.
"We must move quickly, I dislike staying in this city for too long. We are lucky the people haven't started another event for them to blame the Nephilim for." His tone was odd, in attempt to mask his sense of a dark presence. It grew closer as he readied to depart. It was Revenant.
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