"Can I go?"
Cece crackled with pearly laughter, "I like you!" she claimed, ebbing closer to me, " You're a little weak, but that can be ratified easily." She paused, shifting her eye towards Vincent," Is she to say here? Within the Guild walls?"
"That will be up to her, Lady Cece." Said Vincent, his tone as formal as ever, and it made me wonder who these people were. Eryth, he had said, 'Lady Cece.' he didn't seem like a butler, but his formal mannerism made him out to be.
"With the rites approaching, you'll not find many missions, so I suggest you get comfortable. " Eryth calmly said, pulling out an aged pocket watch covered with scratches. It was clear it had seen better days. And yet the way he held it seemed so gentle. "The meeting is—I've got an idea."
"No one likes when you've got an idea," Cece claimed, leaning back as she twirled on the ball of her heel towards Eryth, " But do tell, your idea always seems to end in blood, never a boring moment; with Lord Eryth."
