Despite their opposing missions it does seem that these four have all come together with a similar purpose. His measure of their worth and trust is slow and calculating, but they clearly have piqued his interest.

"No. If they came here, I'm the target," he says with a sense of finality. What furnishings they can make out of the house would indicate that it is an abode that has been lived in for several generations, though whether or not it is usually a lively and packed house is left unanswered.

"'Tristan' should be on that list."

Cid's comment gets a huff. It is harsh but minutely amused. His free hand goes to his hip and his grip on the sword in his right tightens.

"I have to be. The Regent would see my family wiped out if they could."

Tristan turns the sword over and stabs it right into the stone floor. Strangely enough, there is no sound of cracked stone or reverberation from the sword. Instead it seems as if a perfectly formed sheath for the swords tip has conveniently formed in the very floor before them.

"And now, you four will make sure that doesn't happen."