[Attracted to the conversation by talk of genocide, Seviilia takes the opportunity to finally speak up from her place on the outside of the circle.]

War indeed. You should prepare for your cover to be blown -- better not to be caught without a dagger up your sleeve when the other's blade comes for you.

[Her arms slide across one another, dragging plate armor across plate armor. Her hood sits at her shoulders, rather than over her head as per usual.]

So. Spies, diplomats, and acting nobility. Should not be too difficult, then. After all, we're an experienced group when it comes to espionage, no?

[Sarcasm? Maybe. She herself was not exactly known for subtlety. An insurance policy surely could not hurt them.]