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"Lucky?" Siya returned, though he felt taken aback at the sudden outburst from Amon. His eyes grew wide at the information. He frowned as he watched the other, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to keep up. Stolen.... the orb is gone, his eyes fell to the floor where he stared for some time. Silence fell in the council room.

"Lord Amon," his voice was soft, barely a whisper as he clenched his fists, "My sincerest apologies. I... was naive in my decision. Please forgive me for being insincere. If you would allow it, I wish to offer my help, assistance and..." he faultered for a bit as he was about to offer protection but he didn't want to insult the man, "anything else you wish from myself and my Protectors. I... know this may be a lot to ask, but if we could impede upon your hospitality but for a little longer?"

Amon looked back at the book in front of him as he listened to Siya begin apologizing to him, Amon scowling. Again, he was mad at himself for talking in such a manner rather than at the Fire King himself. Once Siya was finished, Amon took a deep breath to try and settle himself enough to talk in a decent tone as he looked back at him. "It's fine, Lord Siya. There was no way of you knowing, so I can't really call you inscincere. As for helping me, I honestly look at it as all of us helping each-other, seeing as how these people want to get at all of us." he then moved some so he was looking at the book again, resting an elbow on the table and his chin in his palm as he looked over it.

"We can all help each-other, so there will be no issues with you remaining here if you wish too. Frankly it's preferred, as you seem to have a much better lead than I ever have regarding this whole mess. I'll have your rooms prepared as soon as I can, and you may use the library as much as you wish. We should inform Lord Taki as well, I can have a message written and dispatched tonight for him." He said while keeping an eye on the book in front of him.

"Anything else to tell me right now? Or should we get to work?" he asked, still looknig at the book.

Siya shook his head, "Nothing at the moment. As I said, this is the only book in my possession. I would like to get started as soon as possible if that's alright with you? I would like to find that book and do more research. I would also like to see if you have anything that would translate this section here," his finger landed on the portion where it talked about the door. At least he figured it talked about the door as some of it was in their language a page before. Shaking his head a bit he put on hand on his hip.

"Could you point me to where the library-"

Kanan moved suddenly, cutting off Siya as he wasn't quite used to the silent protector doing such sudden things, "Sire," he said, his voice slightly concerned, "Someone is here."

"Someone?" Siya asked, heart jumping to his throat.

Kanan looked over to the young Fire Lord and nodded. With a sigh and roll of his eyes Siya thought, Okay, that didn't exactly answer my question, but sure. "Is it... bad?" Siya pressed.

Kanan paused for a moment, seemingly trying to address that question. He shifted slightly as he looked between Amon and Siya, "No."

He released a sigh and leaned on the table, "Alright. I hope you don't mind, but I'm sure we can find the library. I guess you have someone to attend to."

Amon closed his eyes, honestly annoyed with Kanan's interruption of Lord Siya as he had been talking. He opened his eyes, looking at Siya. "Ask one of the servants, they'll be able to show you Lord Siya." He then turned and looked at Kanan, "Who is it, Kanan?" he asked, not really trying to hide his frustration this time.

Siya nodded slightly and looked to Reynard and Damiano, "Thank you, Lord Amon," he said simply and with a nod of his head to both men, he headed for the door, leaving the book with the air King.

Once they were out of the room, Kanan looked over to his King and noted with a slight inward wince, that the man was irritated. He took a moment to try to figure out who it was that had come, but he didn't know. He couldn't pinpoint their aura to anyone that frequented the castle or any nobles that Amon had dealt with in the past. He frowned and shook his head, "I'm sorry. I'm not sure. But they are harrassing a few of our servants... Minnow is there." That he could feel from the three that were trying to tell the man that Amon was busy. This person wasn't having any of it though. Just the thought that Minnow was being hassled made Kanan a slight bit angry.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Minnow raised his hands in attempts to calm the four men that doggedly insisted on seeing the king right away. ”The King really mustn’t be bothered when in a meeting unless the issue of grave importance….” After he had been summoned to see to Amon’s sprain, he wasn’t able to make it very far before the group of four practically assaulted him out of nowhere.

He was holding a small pack of ice in his hand, which he was ever so aware of its inevitable melting.

Amon just slammed the book shut in fornt of him, scooping up his staff in his good hand before he turned and left for the doorway. "Lead the way, Kanan." he simply said.

Kanan cursed to himself silently and opened the door so that they could leave. He did as he was told without question. Leading them down the halls to where the presence had occured and pressed further into the castle halls, they rounded a corner near the front of the palace and there he spotted Minnow trying to keep these four strangers from going any further. At his approach as well as Amon's, the other servants bowed and stepped away to continue their own duties. Kanan's eye narrowed as he gazed at the four of them.

The taller one looked up from Minnow who he had been glowering at with a sneer on his face that put Kanan in a very bad mood. His steps softened even more as his heart slowed just a bit and an icy cold air drew about him. The tall, dark skinned male crossed his arms over his chest as he gazed at the two of them. He grinned then as they got close enough.

"Well. Seem's like he ain't that busy, now is he, little squirt. Not so nice to be lyin' now is it?"

"Your business?" Kanan snapped.

The man shifted his gaze from Minnow to Amon and then down to him. A light sparked in his dark eyes as he shifted his weight around and eyed the pale Protector, his grin seemingly growing wider, "Been a while. How's the eye, Kanan?"

Kanan sucked in a deep breath of shock, his gaze growing wide for half a second before he narrowed it and stepped in front of Amon. His sword rang as he withdrew it, one hand up against Amon's chest to keep him back as the other held up his sword.

"Ah, now now, that's not a way to greet an old friend now is it? Took me forever to find you. And, boy, let me tell you. What a price you have on your head. So, how'd you end up with a fancy job such as this, eh? Protectin' a King?" his gaze went to Amon briefly, "A shitty job, don'tcha think?"

Amon looked over each and every one of them as he approached, stopping not far from them while keeping his gaze set on the largest of them who spoke first. The king kept his eyes on him, ignoring his jabs at Minnow. He cast a glance to Kanan as he spoke, before back at the man. However, the moment he looked back he felt Kanan's hand on him as the protector stepped forwards with his sword drawn. Narrowing his eyes some, he watched his protector before looking up at the man who continued to speak.

Once a pause had been reached, Amon grabbed hold of Kanan's hand and removed it from his chest, stepping back up next to Kanan. "So, how about, instead of leaving me out of the loop, I get a little introduction to these folks, Kanan?" Amon never removed his eyes from the tall man though. "And hopefully we can get this buisness solved quickly because I have things I need to do."

Minnow returned the harsh words with a meek shrug, simply ignoring them. He was shocked, however, to learn that these men knew Kanan, and that… Kanan had a bounty? Minnow was pretty easy-going when it came to himself, but when the man presumed to have the higher authority, an unimpressed look filled his features.

The little sack of ice he held in his hand was opened, and the contents were dumped down the back of the man’s shirt. ”Didn’t your mother ever teach you to bow when in the presence of a king?” His tone was dry and otherwise blank, and he simply walked to stand at Amon’s empty side.

The little healer was also unimpressed by the lack of tact Amon held towards the situation. Not only did he dislike that he was overlooking Kanan so much, but it was also foolish to correct a proper reaction, especially in front of strangers.