Delphine fell silent after hearing the name of the king being uttered as the chosen target. This had so many implications... not just for her, or the small group, though the heaviest, most burdensome ramifications fell on the shoulders of the members of this table. Delphine couldn't say if she was more happy at the prospect of earning fame and fortune, or at the idea of having to watch her back for the rest of her life, knowing that the king's many supporters wouldn't be at all happy with her... or her kind.<br/><br/>She swallowed hard... every thought conflicting. She reveled in the idea of testing her skill, but dreaded the future this would bring for her, and for her family. The trade the king had initiated with the Romear islands had kept her family, and many others, alive. Her bloodlust grew at the idea of slaughtering so many, testing her mettle against the barbarous derelicts or the subterfuge and stealth of the lilies. She clenched her jaw, lost in her thoughts, as she often was, catching only bits of the conversation swirling heatedly, passionately around her. Her hands shook, anxiety gripped at her nerves... though she knew that for better or worse she would stand by her team; her family.<br/><br/>"If we're going to do this," She looked at Ghaleon, almost hoping for him to admit it was a joke, and the target was far easier... though his silent stare secured the reality of the situation, "and trust me, I feel the appropriate amount of shame for agreeing with Vero..." she glanced at him, a smirk flitting over her delicate features, "we should just do it. If I know the derelicts, they're already on their way." She stood, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Reta, "Sweety, I'm going to need something<span style="font-weight: bold">much</span>stronger." She placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight, causing her wide hips to shift gently with it.<br/><br/>Delphine looked to Claire, a sadistic smile subdued, "It may be the sad lot of humans to get sick from something as utterly simplistic as rain, but for those of us blessed with a heartier stock,<span style="font-style: italic">falling water</span>is nigh negligible." Her condescension was a twisted form of humor, she enjoyed poking fun at humans any chance she got, and knew that Claire was more than capable of handling much more than rain. She glanced to Felly'Bas's empty seat... her heart was heavy for the young girl... "Hey, Ghaleon," she turned her gaze to him, "let me know what you decide, so I can get ready as soon as possible." Her worry for the girl was obvious in her voice.<br/><br/>She grabbed her cloak, and made her way outdoors "Oh, and don't touch my drink when it gets here."... Felly was standing just outside, near the stabling to the tavern. Delphine approached slowly, pulling the cloak tighter around her small shoulders. She stood, silent, next to the figure of the girl for a few moments, before speaking, barely above a whisper. "Are you going to be alright, Felly?" Delphine had never known what Felly'Bas was, nor how she came to be that way, though this necromancer seemed to hold some power over her past. "You're not alone, y'know." She looked up at the moon, she could feel it's pull, the light against her skin, she had never been cold, but knew the feeling of light against her skin all too well. Delphine glanced to the girl, raised her hand, and gave a slight pulling motion, the water dripping from the girl's form followed Delphine's order, moving forward, off the locks and shimmering scales. "We've known each other near eight years... in my culture that makes us damn near sisters." It wasn't really true, but to Delphine, that fact wasn't overly important. "If anyone troubles you, I'm here to rip their hearts out..." Delphine smiled wickedly, glancing at Felly. "because that's what sisters do." One thing was immutably true about Delphine and her culture... the women were inseparable; it was entirely imaginable that Delphine had ripped someone's heart out for someone before... but who hasn't?