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For someone who was supposedly drunk, the captain sure was quick at guessing their motives behind joining the Order. Or Victoria's, at least. The noblewoman smirked as he momentarily slipped out of his drunken slur, having riled himself up from his own array of assorted assumptions and queries. The two women were wise to the ways of deceit.

"Perhaps some of us do want power," she remarked. "Perhaps some of us are destined to have power. Either way, if we want it then sitting around and twiddling our thumbs won't do us many favours."

"What she said." Kat added somewhat redundantly. Standing around muttering about philosophies sounded well and all until you did start thinking about it, and then the plan to sell your soul to the highest bidder seemed like less of a good idea as the conversation wavered into more of an one-sided argument. Either way, the captain lost on both ends.

And after a short debate with her own conscience, the thief let out an irritable sigh. "Look, just tell me where to sign up and I'll worry about the why. Deal?"