The conversation seemed to draw somewhat closer to what might be considered real planning.  Her attention drifting to Sybil at the woman's rather wry commentary, though she heard nothing at all besides the sounds of her companions hissing menacingly in her ear. “Really?  Well, at least that is taken care of..”  Though she did not believe that anymore than she believed that all their enemies would fall without any snags..<br/><br/>The line of her thoughts was interrupted as their patron made his way into the library.  Argentum gathering the scrolls from her hand and the table, and walking past her in his usual calm manner.  The gorgon waiting until Sybil had followed in his wake before she would stand, slender fingers twitching the fabric back into place, letting it settle around those softly rounded hips.  Taking a moment to gather herself before she would glide after the other two, entering the room to find someone she had nary seen before that moment, as well as the slave girl crying.<br/><br/>“Raging against her slavery, accepting it, picking fights with figures of legend, fucktoy, and now bemoaning her fate again?  My dear slave girl should pick a mood and stick with it for more than two seconds..”  Of course she had not managed to walk in quickly enough to catch any of the conversation, the slender monster coming to stand beside the man of silver, her body leaning lightly against his own, the slender serpents attacking his bicep without success.<br/><br/>“It seems though, that something of interest has happened.. We do have rudimentary plans for a mission, if anyone is more interested in that than this little..”  Looking around for a moment at Myrine, Galla, and then everyone else. “Tragedy..”  The arch of her brow, wondering what she missed, though not for very long.  The life of one slave girl meaning little in the face of what they needed to do.. Plans to be made.. Brutes to slay..