Just a few feet away from the makeshift festivities, Aurich and his guildmate Howard sat against a tree and seemed to be discussing some new agreement.  Howard mulled over his cider quietly as he listened solemnly while Aurich just seemed resigned with a slight but distant smile.  Whatever they were talking about seemed both serious but inevitably agreeable, and when they shook hands at the end Howard seemed more concerned about Aurich than Aurich was about himself.  Just in time Cecilia and the mercenary captain returned from their private walk while the wyvern turncoat started an interesting discussion with some myrmidon girl.  Just in time meaning luckily for Aurich, as it kept him from openly ogling the hips and twirls of the dancer Maribelle too much like most of the village bachelors already were.<br/><br/>He fought the urge to approach Cecilia and her newest 'friend' and tried to call the wyvern rider out.  Something he said bothered him.<br/><br/>"Soldier, hey," he hailed.  "Sir wyvern lord, what do you mean by rebellion?  Are you a regular in the old duke's army or something?  I thought you were a mercenary like the others?"