Ceres chuckled slightly at Soanala's comment, her keen eyes moving about the room, constantly searching for hidden threats, in addition to the unquantified threat that lounged, appearing, on the surface, to be little more than a debauched noblewoman.<br/><br/>Carefully moving along the perimeter of the room, she checked each door, be it to wardrobe, closet, or private bath chamber, and, finding nothing amiss, she moved to the corpse, examining it for foul play. "It seems odd to me that a cadre of elite soldiers was ordered to force the door, when the only occupants of the room are, respectively, deceased, and apparently, a harmless noblewoman."<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked over to Soa, one hand moving quickly behind her back to use the sign language of the Thieve's Cant to try to tell Soa to keep well on her guard and ready for anything, though she held little hope that the Dragoon would know the finger codes. Keeping a wary eye upon the noblewoman, Ceres rolled the corpse over, seeing the distinctive pallor of one having been dead for a short time, but no sign of what had killed him. Muttering to herself, she shook her head slightly, pilfering the priest's personal wallet that rested on top of the bedside table.<br/><br/>Turning back to the noblewoman, one hand resting easily on the hilt of her knife, she again looked at Soa for a moment. "So, care to explain why you're here, and apparently, wanted for the murder of a prominent cultist?"