Learin followed the girl to the room, watching her rap the door a couple of times.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, she's in a room... nothing too out of the ordinary; yet,</span>he assured himself. After a brief moment, he could hear the faint murmur of an unfamiliar voice.<span style="font-style: italic">What the...?</span><br/><br/>The aloof knight sprang to her feet the moment the disruption in the still silence occurred.  She looked over to Lord Riu, her shield still blocking the door, as he gave her another set of orders.<span style="font-style: italic">I shouldn't lower my guard, they could be very polite assassins with what most people consider "Common Decency."</span><br/><br/>"Sigrun, you dolt! Get out here where I can see you, you... bumbling dunderhead!" the crimson haired man proclaimed through the door, loud enough for everyone present to hear, but not enough to stir everyone in the tavern out of their slumber.<br/><br/>A much more familiar voice reached Sigrun; her employer, Learin Ethail, in his usual tone. Though, it could simply be an imposter trying to lower her guard. She kept her shield toward the door, almost completely blocking the doorway as she slowly opened with her free hand. Her head of lavender peaked over the towering shield for a moment to catch a glimpse, seeing it was not only Master Learin, but Master Face-to-Desk as well. She shifted her large chunk of decorated metal to obtain a better view.<br/><br/>"Ah, master," she said with her face turned toward Learin, before shifting toward Larea, "and master. Did you all come to see master?"<br/><br/>The scraggly scientist could not muster words for the amount of confusing conjecture that just vibrated his eardrums.<span style="font-style: italic">Master, master, and... master. What in the name of all the spirits happened while I was gone?</span>He looked toward her blonde tour guide for a moment before looking back at the partial view of Sigrun's face.<br/><br/>"What in the fiery blazes of all the hells have you been doing while I was away?" he said, before looking back at the quiet one apologetically, "I am sorry for whatever trouble this...<span style="font-style: italic">person</span>has caused you, miss." A sigh escaped his lips before looking toward his apparently triply.... instated... servant. "Sigrun, please get out of there before you cause any more trouble."<br/><br/>The bright, light pink eyes of Sigruns were filled with... the same apathy as the entire evening, as she looked toward her crimson and straw-haired masters. "But that would conflict with the orders of master, and surely master may also wish something of me as well, not to mention the slave trader master, as well," she explained in the most horribly obtuse way possible, "Although, master also said that I keep my former rank and position, which still means you're my master too, so... if I don't follow you, then... but all of them are slaves to eachother, so does that diminish their hierarchy? At the same time that reinforces it and..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I... I'm at a loss for words,</span>Learin thought, trying to piece together his sanity,<span style="font-style: italic">there's ANOTHER one? What's this about a slave trader? I just cannot even fathom...</span>He took toward giving a concerned, heavily flabbergasted glance toward Larea, hoping that she would provide some sort of... third party explanation that would make a lot more sense than whatever was coming out of the knight's mouth.<span style="font-style: italic">I think she's topped it. I thought that time during the festival was pretty bad, but she got people involved on a personal level this time. Whatever am I to do about this...?</span>