Ic: The two Vortixx and Dorian were quick to finish their drinks at Brykon's order. Despite the girl's loyalties towards Dorian, it was as if mirroring Brykon's connection to Aurelia that by virtue they were loyal to Brykon through a middleman. Since Dorian still obeyed Brykon, so too did the women do as the barrel chested toa said. But Brykon was paranoid, healthily so, and still was wary of being surrounded by those with secondary oaths. He would not be the first sherrif to be murdered by those he turned his back was turned to in trust. It was with this caution that he ordered Dorian and his entourage to be split up: Jin remained close to Brykon while Dorian and Illicia followed on the opposite side of the street, never out of mind or sight but at the very least out of reach. Aurelia had her ways of alerting him if anything were to go amiss on the other side, too; Brykon's safety was reliant on his instinct and trust in what he felt he could lean on. Despite his argument with the rich merchant queen, he was still an invaluable asset, already trained and loyal; Dorian would be a complete wild card without Brykon. Aurelia would protect her assets.As for Illicia, Brykon did not know what to think of her, truly. She had already been compromised, but in turn Dorian compromised her, and that was a frightening idea for Brykon. To him, Illicia was as great a question mark as Dorian ever was. Best keep her at arm's length, too. Despite being a member of Bad Company, too, there was no telling if her oath had been replaced by another. There was no way to be sure yet; the surveilance was visual, not aural.Conversation wasn't one of Brykon's strengths. It never was. Thankfully, Jin did not try to strike up talk between them, though Brykon could tell the Vortixx had some sort of awe for the toa, quiet as it was subtle, but Brykon was good at picking up subtleties. Jin simply accompanied him silently, following his quick commands to turn or to wait, but that was all that they exchanged. In the meantime, Brykon surveyed her, taking note of her appearance and arsenal. While the weapons never made the assassin, they were a fairly good window of what someone was, or wanted to be. Minimalist. Prefers smaller things or surprise tactics, probably based on skill. Her traits would be an interesting counter to the hulking brutality Naryth represented, an elegant solution for a vacancy."Stop," he said simply. She stopped. Dorian and Illicia had to catch up for a moment. "Move. Turn right." They moved as Brykon wished. They were in a residential area now, it's people mostly vacant by that hour of the morning, put to work by the new system that had invaded their routines and made them worker bees, not able to simply stay in bed all the time and live debauchery and hopelessness. Aurelia had re-instilled the reality of their roots in them, and so they left in the morning to their jobs. But they were just passing through the neighborhood. A larger structure came into view, a mercantile shop, a supermarket of sorts: Aurelia's special pet project and the result of her initial speech. That market was the very place the woman delivered her speech to the people of Xa-Koro, instilling them with a fear of god and woman and forcing them to adopt new ways of life and purpose. Brykon entered the reputable establishment and went straight for the back; it was not a very uncommon sight, people did not look to see what was up. Brykon came here regularly, business with the manager he would always say. The truth, however was far more sinister. A jingle behind them alerted them that Dorian and Illicia followed obediently. Brykon and Jin disappeared around one of the backdoor management corners into an office devoid of all but a few bookshelves and a desk. Dorian and Illicia came in and closed and locked the door at the sherrif's beck. "This is just the beginning," Brykon said enticingly as he turned one of the bookshelves like it was a wheel on the wall and the whole room descended like an elevator. "This is what we truly protect."