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Daemala and Zosimos listened, her with wide eyes and his lids lax. At the end of the deliveries, Zosimos turned his eyes to Daemala. The woman cowered under the sudden attention, her shoulders stiffening downward and her expression that of a doe. Her gaze was locked with Kaine's. Should she go, or should she stay? Zosimos's mouth twitched at the dilemma. He opened his mouth to speak, but she interjected.

"It's best I stay," Daemala shot a look towards Zosimos, then to Frederic, lastly Alexander, "For Casren's sake." She folded her hands into her lap and looked at them. Daemala would not say more on the matter.

"Well then," Zosimos pursed his lips and smiled around the room. "What does anyone propose we do next, exactly? We're already negotiating with the Invictus, for those of you who don't know," Daemala's eyes had gone wide; Zosimos's grin grew, "About the future of Terra! A fine planet is she, but a conflicted one. We're to take an active hand in it's solution no doubt. Could this be the cause for this...Group, that may or may not be a facade for someone who may or may not be closely associated with us, to come after us? What is the reasoning behind the sigil? We must know."

Zosimos rapped the table hard.

"We must deal with these rings, first and foremost! They are the only," He nodded to Alexander, "Physical evidence we have as it stands. So they want to trap us in a nerve loop? So they want to shake us? So be it. We must not submit to acts of terror!" Zosimos looked to Frederic now.

"Agents and spies, let's avoid assassinations if we can," Manik Chakor faded in from the shadows placing a hand on the table. He had been watching and listening, and finally had something to say. "I agree our force must be stronger. You say we are to rule Terra, Greek?" Manik shot a bloodshot squint in Zosimos's direction. "I say you can put whatever crown you'd like on that head, I work for no King who can't cross a sea, lest defend his own." It was here Manik glared at Daemala, who huffed. She was not a King, she was a Queen, and the spot wasn't hers yet. She gestured to Kat-Lyn Ember Rose.

"We have a navy now child," Daemala remarked, "If you're interested in crossing seas." With a roll of her eyes and a shake of her shoulders, she received the nastiest of glares from Manik. A hiss faded on the tip of his tongue, Zosimos raising a brow at the would-be confrontation.

"Well, if we can't even handle our shit..." Zosimos let a hand fall out to the side, and looked to Frederic, then Alexander. He gave one of Casren's signature sighs and let his eyes come to rest on Ana Maria.

"These rings... What do you know?"