Steven
Gavino left two soldiers at the entrance, before he and the other 17 continued onwards, following the little girl to Lord Python's office. In the office, Lady Python stood near the hearth, while a strange man Gavino didn't know right next to her. The pair seems to have just put the tea on, while also stoking the fire, the fuel of which seems to be wood and recently burned paper, too far gone to even tell what it was. Uriel was strangely absent from the room. "Lady Python, stranger" He greeted them, strange given the circumstances, "Where is Uriel?"
Karen
Sion was just about to begin discussing the beauty of the Isles, the crystal blue waters, the white sand beaches, the obnoxious humidity, when Gavino entered the room. Sion didn't know the man by name, but he could recognize the uniform well enough. "Oh, hello there." The Emissary was setting things up behind Uriel's desk. "Sion Prosser, at your service." He settled back into his chair and clasped his hands over one knee. "I could've sworn I'd heard that Uriel was downstairs. I haven't seen him all day, myself." A hand was lifted over his mouth, "I've just woken up from a nap, myself. We're putting on a spot of tea, if you're interested." His attention briefly flittered to the Lady, "Where is that particular type from, again?"
George
Marcelis froze, momentarily, feeling her heart hammer within her chest. She simply stared at the captain who'd entered, locking eyes only momentarily with Ginger. The girl dipped her head reverently before standing at the side of the doorway, her hands held before her respectfully. 

Marcelis swallowed, looking down to the fire again. Fear was an easy emotion to remember. And it reminded you of its presence, quite quickly. She closed her eyes, remembering the terror in Akno that would grip her when her parents occasionally ushered her to her room, speaking in hushed voices and practically hissing at her to stop her dreaming and not make a noise. Attendants and servants thought they were coy, but their whispers had never been lost on her. Burning. Imprisonment. She'd heard of it all. And perhaps they were exaggerated, in nature. But any punishment or squashing out of her magic that may come as a result of this debacle terrified her to the core. 

Hopefully, her momentary lapse would make her seem distraught from Uriel's "Disappearance."

"I believe that particular type came from Myridia, though, I can not be sure... Uriel would know.."

She looked back up toward the captain, wondering if she may recognize him from anywhere. She usually kept to herself on this island, so the chances of that were rather unlikely.

"I... I do not know where Uriel is. Ever since I woke up, I have been worried sick," She said, reaching down to grab the tea with a hook that could stand the fire, before shakily placing the kettle down on Uriel's desk. The steam rose and helped her feign tears, though her nerves were enough to make her voice shaky.

"I am s-so confused.. All of a sudden he is gone, and there are all of these _people_ here.. Why can no one tell me what is happening?" She said, sniffing and wiping her face.