Returning to one of the upper towers, Cymri thought she would seek out Lord Aquilius. They still had much to discuss. She was wondering what he planned on doing with the sword. While he was entitled to the emerald back, Cymri was unsure whether he should keep the entire sword. She was sure some type of compromise could be struck, once she had rid Fallorian of his presumption. Brendail would have more success with that than she could, Cymri laughed to herself. Turning around a dark corner, she spotted Menecrow no where near the room he was given. Sighing deeply, Cymri assumed he was up to trouble. Where ever Menecrow went, murder and mayhem followed. She had been foolish to think the generous pay and comfortable accomodations he had received would keep him from attempting to gain further rewards. While Menecrow probably wouldn't agree, he would have more than found his match in Lord Aquilius if he was caught. She hoped he was being cautious, it would be a shame to see his disemboweled body handing in the courtyard. Walking up quietly towards him, Cymri gathered up her skirts so they didn't accidentally touch Menecrow's boots. "Sightseeing, my friend?" she querried with a raised eyebrow. "Admittedly, there is much here to see, but please take precautions. Lord Aquilius doesn't encourage crime in his own keep." Cymri said in a much colder tone. About to berate Menecrow more, she was interrupted by a guard Cymri vaguely knew. "M'lady.. I bring bad news. Your prisoner has escaped and harmed Captain Brendail. I didn't want to bring you bad news..." Abruptly cut off by a wave of Cymri's hand, she dismissed the guard by saying, "I will not harm the messenger of bad news, go back to your post. This is my concern." Turning her attention back to Menecrow, she spoke in a slightly gentler tone of voice. "Would you like to accompany me in hunting down Fallorian again?"