Mekiv couldn't help but turn her head this way and that, trying to figure out who was who and what was what. Clearly the one dressed for it had to be the head nun... or what did they call them. Abbess? The catgirl just shrugged, her bow moving along with her. When a knight, in shining armour, to say the least, burst through into the abbey and spoke of a tragedy regarding a great crystal of sorts. Today was beginning to be one of those days and Mekiv only shook her head at the news. "Sooo, what's the big deal about the crrystal being stolen? It's not like it kept Rrodderick frrom drrowning." The hunter really didn't keep up with any political or<br/><br/>She took a good look at the knight, as well as the astonished look on his face when he whipped out a small crystal of his own from his armour. It looked eerily similar to the one she had. Just as that thought strode through her mind, another idea crossed her mind; a sort of impulse reminding her that she had one of her own, and it was doing the exact same thing. Mekiv didn't quite understand what drove her to do it, but when she looked at her quiver, that hung from her waist, she could clearly see a glow emanating from just inside the rim of the pouch. Poking inside to draw out the thick, hoarse string that held onto what she thought was a neat trinket, revealed a small crystal that had a rather dull glow, a dark, almost burnt orange colour.<br/><br/>The catgirl had found and kept the crystal as a reminder of her ordeals that brought her to Rodderick. It once belonged to one of the bandits in the caravan that were promptly dispatched before anything terrible at happened. Where had they gotten it? She couldn't tell. "Well... didn't expect this to happen..."