<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Sybille was still hidden among the crowd and blended well with her fellow higher ranked. Her colorful attire wasn't that uncommon in the guild, plenty of adventurers dressed up to live up to their own names. She observed the crowd as they were taken aback by the bold move from the assassin. Sybille expected the king's guards to remove the feline but they didn't, the king sat on his throne with the same confidence.<br/>
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The king made a fair point when he said that an adventurers loyalty could be 'bought'. She herself was someone who didn't mind doing questionable things...for the right price. Sybille tried to move closer when the king decided to whisper the rest of the conversation to the Shadowfang. She pushed through the crowd while straining her ears for what was being said but alas the people were getting more rambunctious when they started to hand out maps and travel permissions. it was impossible for her to hear anything even with her Elven hearing.<br/>
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But she noticed how the feline's tail briefly puffed up in agitation and how her ears twitched with interest. Sybille scanned the people closest to the king to see if she could spot similar reactions. A few men and women turned on their heels with hushed whispers as they left the palace, no doubt to start their quest ahead of everyone. And then there was the monk who paled at the king's words before determination settled on his features.<br/>
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As the Shadowfang left the building the monk spoke up for the first time; asking if one could work with others. And wouldn't you know it, he set his eyes on the Shadowfang and then Sybille. She smiled at him and gave him a nod of agreement.<br/>
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She waited outside the palace steps, studying the map and travel grants while waiting for the monk.</span>