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"Do you know how many of you I've seen? And I said I didn't know them but hate them. Describe the-" she stopped as she saw them walk out the palace door a short distance away and leave through the gate, not even looking to the sides. "Is that them?" she managed to say, her throat dried up as her ears laid flat against her head, fearful instead of angry.

Arya came out, staring at the ground and not daring to look up, knowing she'd never be able to hold her tongue if she didn't stop focusing on the rock at her foot.

"Yessir..." she muttered, stopping in front of him.

Saro ran after him, he was the only one she could get information from without being questioned. "Which room is theirs? Please, I need to know so I can finally repay them for what they had done to m-..." she started, trailing off, though she knew he should be able to figure out what she had almost said. She spun him around to face her, her eyes pleading and filled with a re-awoken sorrow as she met their gaze.

She sighed, glaring at his back. He couldn't understand, he wasn't the one left to die in an alley. She turned and slunk back into the shadows of the wall, annoyed that she had to resort to stalking the two.

"Because they were messing with Isasha again..." she sighed, before giving up on staying calm and looking up to meet his gaze. "But Father, you haven't seen what they do to her, how they stare at her. You'd think she's the only female in the world from their stares. It kills me to let them keep hurting her, I feel like I have to do something, even if it gets me in more trouble." she said, looking at him defiantly and knowing she would be punished even more for her outburst.

He eyes narrowed at her outburst. Even her sister knew when to stop. His muscled twitched agin. He looked from his daughter to his sons and his other daughter glaring at her coldly. His hand came hard accross Arya's face sending her to the ground. He stared back at the boys kicking both of them in their already injuried body. He went to Isasha and stared at her. "Is what she says true?" When she gave no answer, he yanked her to her feet. "Answer me!" Isasha winced when she heard the slap her sister received. She remembered how he looked over everyone before he gave his attack. She was next. She was speechless and couldn't respond. His force brought her back. "I'm sorry. It's true. It is. It's true. Please don't . . ." She knew he hated when she cut off. She shouldn't have even started. He moved a bit and she kept going. "Please don't take it out on Arya." She felt him throw her to the ground. His eyes had rage in them. He looked at his two son, disgusted with both. He could have easily killed them. He didn't like them touching either of his daughters. Nor did he like the fact that Isasha would have to give birth to children of men she has never seen or known before. He need to calm down before he killed those boys. He closed his eyes walking blindly into the palace and going into the courtyard. Isasha was more terrified than pained. She wouldn't move from her spot unless he told her too after he was calmed. She'd never seen him so enraged.

Isasha looked at her sister feeling helplessly sorry for her. She didn't want Arya to be hurt. She was suppose to be the big sister. Their mother didn't do anything to disapline them. Normally she could talk him out of doing certain things, yet she assume he was in a bad mood today. She knew he was in a jealous rage though. He hated when the twins attacked either of them. He guarded them when he could but he still couldn't let they get out of line. She sighed slowly standing up only to fall down again from the hit to her gut. It still hurt a little. The twins were already up and growling under their breath as they went back in glaring at Arya.

Zeff did nothing with the first two questions, the third he nodded at. He then nodded in a thanking manner with news of a house and shook his head vigorously at 'gonna be really difficult talking'. After he finished speaking Zeff put left hand's index finger on his right hand's palm, meaning 'now'.
He noticed there was something to the look in the...man? that would do...in the man's eyes, and while listening to whatever was said next he took out a pad and wrote a simple sentence.

((I hope you don't mind, but I'll take control of the twins for this post, and possible later...))

Saro had followed them in, staying in the shadows and going unnoticed. They split up, and she followed one down a hall she assumed had the rooms. He went in one door, unlocking it first. A few minutes later, he came back out, locking it behind him as he walked off. Saro moved to the door after a minute and pulled a pick from a pouch at her hip and probed at the lock, opening it and going inside, shutting the door behind her as she replaced the pick and pulled a thin dagger out of a sheath in her boot, which she'd taken off of a drunk guard. She moved into the shadows of the room, ready to wait a while for one to come back.

"Isasha, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get you in more trouble... It's just, I can't hold my tongue when it concerns the twins..." Arya appologized, coming into the room with her sister and gently hugging her, being careful of both their bruises.