Vitruvion was standing close by, leaning on the arm of his favourite armchair and speaking to the elite human swordsman. He glanced around to her.

“Things are dangerous right now, Stare. I've put off actually bringing more personal effects over here from the mansion for some time, but it must be admitted that this is safest.”

Her brow furrowed and she huffed. “The matter has not changed that I am not fond of it here.”

“Yet you stayed here the past week.”

“Because you locked me in! And sent me here in the first place!”

“Stare, did not you use 'moving city’ as one of your examples wherein I did precisely not have to confluence with you?” The familiar smirking smile began to flicker onto his face.

Stare paused and scowled slightly. He had a point. Zulon glanced between the two of them, curiosity plain. The god waited for her to answer, then twisted back to Zulon, “If you could arrange that. Stare and I apparently have some discussion to do.”

The guard nodded a little, before throwing the kenku a last small grin. “Of course sir.” He left in a rapid movement, a certain spring coming into his pace. As soon as he closed the door behind him Stare looked over.

“This isn't its own city.”

“No,” Vitruvion agreed, “But it is highly similar. Moving here only has your future dependent on it in the way that you could be less safe, where you outside of here. Which is now one of my primary focuses of concentration,” he nodded to the room as he leant away from the armchair. “Yes?”

She blinked, eyeing him, but replied.

“Fine,” she grunted.

“Is there any wine?” he asked as he began to ease off his coat.

Stare paused a moment before she shook herself. Thinking a moment she remembered the dinner the previous night and where Zulon had placed the bottle at, just in case. She moved, wandering over to near the mantlepiece, with its would-be fake fireplace within. There stood a cabinet, and with a slight bend of her legs she opened it. Finding in it actually a variety of red wines she grabbed what she knew would satiate his appetite for now.

Naturally she turned and he was already lounging across the sofa that was not designated hers, watching her.

“Where you done detailing your conditions, or was I right, and do we have more to discuss?”

“You accepted them rather fast,” she muttered as she walked over, balancing the wine in her hand as well as two goblet. She unscrewed the bottle with the same hand that held it and began to pour.

“I did,” he agreed, “I agreed to the basics of what you proposed, but there are finer details always. I have not built the businesses I have based on ignorance of that fact.”

“I want you to take my freedom seriously, though,” she said firmly, holding out the filled goblet to him as she gained closer.

“And I will,” he inclined his head as he leant up to take it.