George
Marcelis watched the way Sion settled himself into the room, looking over Uriel's notes and surely making more sense of them than she ever could. It felt wrong, somehow, to see a foreigner have such access to something Lord Python usually kept relatively close. 

Still, what authority did she have to do much else besides save face once Charity's men arrived? Without Uriel there to guide her, she felt utterly naked. It was a revealing feeling that unsettled her quite visibly. Without him, despite all that he had taught her, she still felt like a naïve girl from Akno, fortunate enough to live a comfortable life, but not important enough to be a part of anything grand. 

Grand, as this was, it was not so for the right reasons.

"Yes," Marcelis said, moving toward the entrance of the room to grab a torch from the corridor, before coming back and kneeling gingerly before the hearth. She lit the wood and kindling that remained there, keeping the torch's flame stable and returning it once she was finished.

Brushing her hands off, the lady returned and sat down in a cushioned arm-chair, her hands holding to the armrests. She was at least moderately confident she could play her part well, based on Sion's instruction. Now, they waited.

"Do you have a family?" Marcelis asked. She did not look at Sion this time around, her gaze focused forward as if looking at nothing at all.
Karen
The Emissary took the bundle of papers from the table and began tearing them apart into shreds, vertically so that if anyone was to find the scraps, they would find a disjointed list and not a full sentence. He made it was across the room, answering Marcelis' question on the way to the hearth. He told her that he did have a family, a wife and a six year old boy. Today was his name day, in fact, and they had originally come to Basil Island under the hopes that they could relax. It was quickly seeming to be the case, and if Kiran could spend his name day in this beautiful island estate, he'd be happy. 

He tossed the notes in the fire and watched them catch, sending cinders up the chimney. He took a fireplace poker from the hearth and shifted whatever white specs that remained into the ash. "And you? Where are you from, Lady Python?" The Pirate King had sent him the notes, he had studied and reviewed them. It was always nicer to hear the person tell him themselves.
Steven
Fighting against the crowd leaving the estate wasn't terribly difficult for Gavino and his men. The throngs of people tended to leave him and his men some room, not wanting to get too close as to not risk capture. But Gavino and his men had eyes on a bigger prize, the men at the docks could handle these unarmed men and women. At the entrance to the estate the captain was greeted by a Python servant. 'Greeted' is a strong word.

"Queen's business" Is all the answer he gave to the servant. "Where is the lord and lady? And remember, protecting them is liable to put you into the same trouble that they are currently in." Gavino threatened.