"Beesiah preserve us before both of you get us killed."<br/><br/>Alyssa's tone was clearly irritated as she wandered into the room, clad entirely in her suit of armor. The metal was worn but cared for, cleaned but it lacked the reflective shine of polish. Alyssa stayed practical with the care to her equipment, not ostentatious. The facial visor was raised up so she could give them the courtesy of looking them in the eye. Her box had been stored away into another room to remain guarded until it could be dealt with, now it was replaced with a long package wrapped with cloth that had been embroidered with designs of bees.<br/><br/>"First of all, we need to keep the test subject restrained, preferably give them their last rights and I'd personally feel safer with a couple more hands in case things get out of hand."<br/><br/>She pointed at Arngeirr.<br/><br/>"I understand where you're coming from on wishing to undertake this yourself. Think for a moment though if something were to happen. If this sash corrupts you somehow, I sincerely doubt myself and Korsarro would be able to stop you. Frankly dying isn't on my agenda for the day, so I'd be severely pissed if it happened. Your valor and duty as a gentleman is noted Arngeirr, but with this action you could very well jeopardize the lives of everyone who lives here. Including Mary, who you've sworn to protect."<br/><br/>The next conclusion would be who, she personally hated this stage and preferred to leave it to drawing straws.