George
"Akno," Marcelis said simply, not even hinting at saying anything further. She watched the strips of paper light up and disappear as ashes into the flame of the hearth, frowning, though grateful for the man. He seemed to know exactly what to do.

"If this all ends favorably for us, I would be glad to help your son celebrate his birthday. There is much to do on the island. The sights alone are enough to entertain," Marcelis said, her gaze constantly flirting nervously toward the door.



Ginger stared up at the captain. She was perhaps only about eleven or twelve years old, but her face revealed years of imposed age, a wisdom unnatural for someone of her stature. Silently, she turned after just observing the captain for a moment more, pushing past the little frenzy taking place in the foyer of escaping lords and ladies. 

She began climbing the stairs, leading Gavino to Lord Python's office.
Karen
Sion, hardly looking up from the flames he was stoking, nodded in response. "That mining city? I've never been." He heard the door open, and groups of armored boots stop through the halls. "The important thing is to stall. I'll lead the majority of the conversation, but we should really start putting the tea on."
George
"It is a nice place, though not worth a visit," Marcelis said, a tinge of sourness creeping into her voice. She stood, crossing the room to grab a kettle left on a bookshelf on a far wall of the study. Some water remained from the tea Uriel had in the morning. It seemed the packets of flavoring inside had been sitting all evening, which would hopefully make the tea rich upon warming it up for a moment.

Grabbing the kettle in her hands, she turned and approached the hearth, hanging the kettle above the fire and allowing it to warm. 

"Truth be told, I have always wondered what the Isles look like. Perhaps I may visit _there,_ someday.." Her gaze, once fixed on the fire, trailed off toward the door. She wrung her hands nervously as she stood straight again.

"I do not know where Uriel is. I have been sleeping all day. I am more than willing to help them find him," Marcelis whispered to herself, hoping she could keep up her alibi.