<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Catriona</strong></span><br/><br/>"Graven looks to be the source of this. I would have hoped one of the Companions would better understand not requisitioning the resources of another, yet here we are."<br/><br/>That slight, almost ever present, frown lingers, curving his lips, the shake of his head slight.<br/><br/>"I'll have to readjust the border defenses to compensate for the loss. I suppose, fair as I can be, if he's asking for a Rhadamanthine, it must be something important. You'll want to get such things as you feel meet to collect and get a move on."<br/><br/>He would pause then.<br/><br/>"Enjoy the capital all the same."<br/><br/>This, from your time with him, felt as close to a fond farewell as you were probably going to hear him make.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Winter Moon</strong></span><br/><br/>The woman landed in full, you recognized her as Electra, having met her and various other members of the order the once or twice during your training.<br/><br/>"Fah! Green or no, you are of the Order. There are some who make distinction on length of service, but showing the worthiness to join in the first place is all the distinction I care about."<br/><br/>A bright grin of her own, though there was still a feel of intensity behind it. She even reached forward to give your arm a reassuring squeeze, her touch a very warm one while it lingered.<br/><br/>"Graven's putting together a group for some working and needs some of us for it. Most of the rest on fixed tasks or, well, certainly about to be-"<br/><br/>A brief flicker of strain mars her brow, but it passes soon enough.<br/><br/>"I offered to bring you to the Capital while I had the time."<br/><br/>She extends her hand to you again at that.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Fauna</strong></span><br/><br/>"In every truth, I don't have any great concern of my cult holding to it some ponderous throng. I would be perfectly happy to simply tend to the general devotions to the Ennead. Nothing would please me more than mortals coming to terms enough with death and loss not to need my ministrations and counsel. But ah, even gods are allowed to have fanciful dreams, I should think."<br/><br/>Wistfully somehow, even through the mask.<br/><br/>"As for my direct purpose, the Rhadamanthine Order asks for your presence at the acropolis in the Capital. I think for some matter to typically blend diplomacy and other thornier concerns. You could refuse them of course, but the consequences would be entirely dreadful. Have you ever seen a Rhadamanthine driven to pout? Dire, just dire."<br/><br/>Wry again, in the last, but always in that gentle touch. Despite the mask, his curious origins, and the grim nature of his field of mastery, there seemed something warmly reassuring in the presence of Anubis, even as a simple projection rippling in the waters of a pond.<br/><br/>