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Who hadn't had a target of one form or another on their head? It just seemed to differ on who was drawing that bead down on you. "Alright" Catherine replied, mildly relieved that she wouldn't have to deal with his particular brand of stupidity. She couldn't say she wouldn't miss it, but in a lot of ways she would. There was still so much to do to get things running again, and for people to begin to take the organization seriously. Whether or not her nephew chose the right path in this new life was now up to him, and she just hoped that he could make something a bit better out of the Lessard name than his predecessors had.

Catherine didn't smile though, she didn't respond to her nephew's reassurance. "The White Rose has been largely silent, however you are welcome to attempt to contact them... however futile an effort that may be." She explained. Lady Chrys had neither been seen nor heard from in years, and it was beginning to be suspected that she had lost interest in the court, leaving it to languish in it's own political misdeeds and incapabilities. "However, thank you for your new information... but I fear this may be where we part ways Brandon."