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Huascar was in no better position than Kanai, he held on to his sword tightly to the point that the wound in his forearm reopened and started to bleed slightly. The situation looked dire, more for Kanai than for him, he always had the choice to use the killing of the basilisk and his status as a male to deny any involvement and leave but he truly wanted to stick by and see exactly what this all was about.

The one named Vaksum touched the marking on her invitation but his touch lingered there for a second, his mind distracted by other thoughts. "Any tattooist can make such a mark." He said.

The one named Artuk spoke next. "Is this all you have to prove yourself?" He asked stepping around her. "Or maybe you came here for another reason?" He asked hinting to something else.

In his tone Huascar already knew what he meant and he thought Kanai to be smart enough to catch that as well. If she had any cards to play, this was the moment to play them. And depending on the outcome he would know if it was time to abandon this ship that seemed to be sinking pretty fast. He cleared his throat and choose his nect few words very carefully. "She has a legitimate reason to be here." He stepped between Kanai and the interogators. "Even I am at the point that I want to see if she is all she is." He turned back to her employer and gave her an expectant look.

What he said was simply the truth, it was the best option at the moment.