"Coincidently, Kul, I should ask, why are you here?"
"Master, we haven't time to idle."
"Fair."
Panic wasn't set, not yet. The news diffused slowly. The streets were barred, a normal occurrence within the town, thus, no alarms rang for the citizens. Soon as they entered the estate, a feeling of dread paired with unrelenting bravado swallowed them, it seeped into one's heart. Igna shot a look at his fingers, they trembled erratically.
"Kul, stay outside," a barrier held the door headed deep, "-keep the noise to a minimum. Her death is no issue; have Phantom start procedures for outbidding the Duquant family. This was the plan, was it not?" he smirked, one understood by Kul.
'He knows,' she slowed her motion and watched as the smirk faded, '-he knows we used him as a puppet. I doubt he'll accept the matter kindly… that smirk, I know it, it's not healthy.'
