Price gave a smile and nod to Ash. "I'll have someone find your friend and direct him to join you all here, that is if everyone is in favor of that?" His gaze mainly lingered on Azure, but looked to the other Lords of Rock as well.
"Between myself, Rob, and Lady Azure, I can see us having a comprehensive grasp of training and strategies. There's a lot we can achieve together." He gave an affirmative nod to Azure.
Returning his attention to Syra, Price responded warmly. "I think another set of keen eyes could be good quite useful in capturing Theory's Camp, particularly when they belong to someone with considerable knowledge on our enemy."
Ash felt apprehensive about having Syra there for the capturing of Theory's camp, but then again it was her decision, and Price wasn't wrong about the possible benefit she could have. He turned his gaze to Seru to see what she thought, but she still seemed quite... Out of sorts?
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"I already told you, you diminutive little cretin, this is CONFIDENTIAL Matranical business. The Empire has killed people far more important than any of you for far lesser reasons." Maximilian spoke with bitterness and vitriol, finding his patience being worn dangerously thin by the Horenor Militia that still questioned him. He walked away from the group, some of whom persisted in following him, and picked up his cloak from the ground, still in mostly perfect condition.
"You people just about burned down a city block! Being from the Matran doesn't put you above the LAW sir!" One of the guards yelled at Maximilian.
The Phoenix donned his cloak, turned around, and swiftly brought his hand across the guard's face, a firm and loud slap. The guard was stunned for a moment. "You will cease to interfere with the business of the Empire. Should you be dumb enough to try continuing down this path, I assure you the consequences will be more severe than you could possibly imagine. Now, tell me; who was the driver of that car? The one who hit me? What does he have in common with that Yybian?"
Another guard fidgeted slightly, uncomfortable with the whole confrontation. This wasn't what he joined the city guard for... "That was... Kilakanji. He's a diplomat or something, for the Longbaoan Embassy. I dunno how he knows the Yyb guy, but that was definitely Kilakanji's car."
A Longbaoan Diplomat? The realization was stunning, almost shocking to Maximilian. Were the Longbaoans involved in this too? Even if they weren't and this was just sheer coincidence, the events of this evening would not reflect well on their relations with the Matranical Empire. Maximilian was silent a moment, before turning to the guard he had slapped, and rummaging in the guard's pockets.
"H-hey! Stop that you freak!" He nasally protested.
Maximilian ignored him as he pulled a notepad out and borrowed it from the guard. "I'll be keeping this." Well... Not quite borrowing. He produced a pen from his own jacket, and quickly took some notes before placing both back in his jacket. "As I said, this is confidential Matranical business. I expect you all to keep your mouths firmly shut about this and not tell a soul. If you do... Well, the Matran has it's ways of finding out. If anyone wants to know what happened here, tell them it was just Phoenixes killing Phoenixes."