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Samuel nodded and smiled as he took Claire's hand and lightly kissed it before stepping away. "The artistic firehead? I've heard much of you. I look forward to the coming days, and hope to see some of your sketches."

Johnathan nodded as Samuel finished his sentence, recalling the documents that had been handed to him by an old contact. According to the papers, she was quite the tomboy growing up, though Johnathan wasn't sure if that was still the case. Her time at school may have taken the boyishness out of her, but would that leave anything useful left? Johnathan assumed that her rifle skills were still in good shape, and that coupled with her artistic talents should allow her to be more useful than a mere woman.

Moving down the line, Samuel stopped at the youngest of the three and leaned in to examine him. Samuel's expression hinted at bewilderment, but that flicker of confusion soon gave way to a chuckle. He stepped back from the young man, almost bent over in laughter. After a few seconds, he resumed his lordly posture.

"I assume you're the prodigy? The famous pilot, the exemplary sailor, and skillful driver? Why, I doubted your existence when I looked over the documents they gave me. Now that you're standing before me, however, I can only doubt your actual skill. Please, I have forgotten your name despite remembering your papers, would you humble me with a reminder?"