[IRP] Power Begets Power

[Swift_Assassin]

"I guess it was presumptuous to say I knew, but I lived in Ostia for nine years. I've seen other Ostian soldiers fighting over the years, and I've seen enough to piece that together," Shad said scratching the back of his head. Shad would swear it's come up, but now that he thinks of it, he may have just been so sure, that he convinced himself that Satsume said it. The tactics Satsume shared seemed easy enough to deal with. "Not the brightest sort it seems. Guess Cecily has her work cut out for her."

Satsume led them along as they were summoned. They arrived as Lita was speaking. "Have a nasty habit to talk in cryptic circles that don't give across nearly enough information.” Shad rolled his eyes a bit at that line. The only one who amused this way of speaking was Maria. The nine-year old. He chuckled a bit, but was silenced by the idea that Goldhardt was revealing themselves. Cecily seemed impatient, which was probably due to the fact she didn't trust them farther than she can throw them. Which was justifiable. As Lita began to lead them away, a familiar voice spoke. A woman's voice. "No," Shad let out.

The reveal was startling to say the least. Ambrose thought her dead and sure enough, Orica of Tania was there, sporting a scar that wasn't there before. The thoughts in his head began running a mile a minute. The first thing that came to his head was the first out of his mouth, "I'm sorry for all the times my family referred to you as a suit of armor with cats in it! They -mostly- didn't know better!" After blurting that out, he started thinking if he had ever referred to Orica in front of...well, Orica. Shad just collected himself with a deep breath. "A mutual acquaintance told me you were probably dead. I didn't believe him. But...what happened to make him think that?"