Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada Astoria

Her brow furrowed when he placed his hands on her shoulders, and she countered the move on his much taller frame, feeling stupid but trying not to show it. 

"Robyn is technically an heir, if I were to send Mikhail it would be to scare the _shit_ out of the courts that the woman who left to kill the child not only failed, but that very same childcame back a man ready to fuck their lives up. Robyn would complicate things."
Miguel
Zane Harmattan
Zahrada, Astoria

Zane had to bite down a laugh when Anyanka put her hands on his shoulder, but he failed and let a bit slip past his lips. "While it's true it'd complicate things, look at it like this. With the son of Amalthea backing Mikhail, the court will know that they're fucked." Smirking a little bit, Zane nodded softly. "And it'd put them in a position of submission. They can't strike out against Mikhail, for fear of Robyn hearing about it. And if they go against Robyn, Mikhail has ties to both here and The Southern Isles. It's a nice little balance of power between the two."

Zane idly glanced to Amalthea's cell before turning back to Anyanka. "Also, if they hurt them, my men could destroy them from the inside." He commented, smirking to the woman.
Kevin
Arin Cragton
Astoria

Arin nodded, and watched as the man left without undoing the chains that held him. He chuckled and set to work, undoing the locks that before took him 20 minutes but now only took him a short while as he could actively turn the locks. Within minutes the chains fell, and Arin stood up, stretching the muscles that had been cramped by not moving for a bit. 

As he stretched, he studied the room. It was an office, that much was clear, but there was something off about it. Arin shook his head and walked out, heading through the beautiful hallway. The only things he grabbed from the entire manor was a sharp dagger and a pair of boots from a room he found. He left without so much as a word to anyone, heading towards the town.