Their replies proved more then disconcerting as Rozalin glanced at the papers clutched between her hand and the journal (which she had only accepted because it was the only way to get through) and blushed a little.

She had been too pre-occupied with these men who, if they were to be believed (as if she believed them, though) were nothing more then just as confused as she was.

Once again, she looked the other men over -now including the new, stern official- and gave a soft huff of disapproval.