Harvey
Valkrin Farensun
Barracks, Maíth Mansion

Valkrin sat alone in the room, his head in his hands. "Changed enough to care about a woman, but not enough to keep from damn near killing that boy," He said softly to himself, "What's going on with you, old man?" Truthfully, the only things that kept him from caving the Melsi's chest in were his reluctance to listen to Asgarov's bitching, and him not wanting Catarina to watch him murder anyone, again. 

Footsteps in the doorway caused him to turn his gaze upwards, meeting Catarina's eyes. "Well, Ms. Tanner, don't you look beautiful? I'm telling you now you'll be the envy of the Isles tonight." Her arrival had shocked him, had she heard him speaking to himself? He gave a nod for his guard to close the door, and only after it shut, Valkrin leaned onto his desk. "You didn't give me the whole truth about what you gathered from my dream, I could see it on your face. I'll admit to you that for the first time in a long time, I've no idea what's going on in my head. I'd appreciate the truth, Ms. Tanner." 

Valkrin had done all of his preparations, had his top guardsmen posted throughout the mansion, and decided he had enough time for this conversation.
Terence
The Messenger
Tonate Proper, The Southern Isles

The Messenger was clad entirely in robes, long and thick in an attempt to hide the distinctive physique underneath.  They weren't dark colors, like you'd expect from a spy, but rather a vibrant red.  In truth if they wore black they'd stick out more in the midst of the colored streets and festivities, so they simply grabbed a cheap piece of cloth from a merchant, and a festival mask from a beggar.  They now bore the resemblance of a common folk, simply partaking in the festival.

They glanced around the street briefly before slipping across once the coast was clear.  Down an alleyway, a left, then a right, then 4 more lefts, look for the mark.  Those were their instructions, and they followed the obscure details as best they could.  Eventually however, they spied the familiar mark in the doorway.  The mysterious figure looked around once more before stepping inside.

The room was empty, except for a trunk and a chair, both covered in cloth.  The Messenger walked to the middle of the room, and pulled out a small orb from his pocket.  The marble pulsed with a colorful glow, cycling through the entire spectrum before returning to the start and continuing again.  The Messenger hated these things.  They were marketed as religious tokens, but the Messenger knew they were really surveillance devices with a unique purpose. They placed the Marble on the ground gingerly, before stomping on the glass bauble with force. The glass cracked, and a small breeze blew across the Messenger's face.

After a moment a black circle grew from the points of broken glass, like a spill of oil covering the entire floor before the room's lone inhabitant.

A black and orange Tabby cat jumped out of the appearing hole with a "*Mau*."

"Are you him?"

"Of course he isn't!"  The penny whistle voice followed immediately.

The golden masked man hoisted himself from the abyss, his tiny arms held surprising strength, and kicked his legs free at the edge.

The Messenger watched as Tiny Vik reached into the hole, and pulled it free like a piece of fabric, before stuffing it into his satchel.

"It's good to see you again!"  The cheer was genuine, but The Messenger knew better than to listen to Vik's honeyed words, even if they were sincere.

"I'm only here to repay the debt."

"You don't owe me anything!  Your accomplishments are your own, I simply offered a helping hand!"

"And after this I don't owe you any favors."

"You didn't owe them to begin with!  *You* Chose to contact me.  *You* Stomped on the marble.  You could've just walked away at any time."

The Messenger stuttered.  Tiny Vik was right.  Why did he do this?  Must be mind control.

"I don't control people, my friend, that flies into the face of my very existence."

Did he read his mind?  Impossible.  No one had that power.

"I'm done with you, Vik.  Forever."

"Okay then, that was always allowed."  Tiny Vik shrugged before giggling.  "I'm sure I'll see you soon."

"Fuck off, midget."  The Messenger spat, turning on their heel and making for the exit.

Tiny Vik shook his head with a small sadness.

"In the bag, Tiddlywinks."  Vik said.  The fat cat protested briefly, before hopping into the tiny man's satchel, and disappearing into the mess within.

Tiny Vik waited an hour in the room, before exiting through a window that led to the street level, and a back door.  After standing up, dusting himself off, and clearing his throat, Vik spoke aloud to the empty back way.

"Excuse me?  Poppies?  I know the King is watching right now.  Please run ahead and let him know I'm here, and on the way to speak with him!"  Vik had cupped a hand around his mouth for added volume, and paused after his little remark.  Certain that the nearby ear had his message, he nodded with affirmation, before turning towards one of the colored streets, and skipping his way along the cobblestone.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Barracks, Maith Mansion

Catarina had, thankfully, arrived late enough that she hadn't seen him pummel a child, nor did she hear his musings to himself. Granted, the only reason she hadn't heard were the thick wooden doors and stone walls that silenced much of the noise from different rooms.

"I don't know what you're talking about," She replied briskly. "I told you exactly what I thought of it."

Her whole body gave her away, the lie not coming easily from her lips. She turned away from him, the hoops in her ears swaying with how abruptly she did so, while her lips pursed slightly and her eyes couldn't seem to rest anywhere for long. The poor woman had never been very good at lying. She really wasn't suited to the line of work she was in right now...

*He doesn't need the truth* She thought to herself, trying to drown out the mental scolding for lying. *And besides, it's not like he can force it out of me. What's the worst he can do? Kill me? It'd be a blessing.*