unforeseen criminal . )
Soldiers of the Royal Army had urgently contacted the conductor with unusual enthusiasm, a rather large group of positively ecstatic troops appearing before him with news that simply could not wait. Of course, no sooner was he informed of the castle's newfound prisoner did he come to understand their joy, a capturing of a Fairy Tail guild member having been the most desired report sought for its implied accompanied promotion.
Curious golden keys dropped into his palm would give cause for suspicion however, arrowed brows risen skeptically as he toyed with them absentmindedly. Despite being admittedly amused, he highly doubted such weaponry was fitting of the mage they were truly after, particularly due to the lack of magic that emitted from them.
Saving his congratulations, brisk steps instead carried him immediately to the dungeon to confirm his doubts. Although it was rather unlikely, he supposed it was possible for a citizen to have been mistaken as a guild member out of the sheer excitement that arose from adrenaline-driven chase. In the off-chance this was a matter that went beyond the understanding of mere grunts however, he insisted his need to go alone, leaving behind the puzzled, but gleeful soldiers.
And so alone he went, celestial keys pocketed as his pace slowed to a halt before the cell containing the blonde within. To his surprise, the appearance of the girl was identical to that of the dark guild mage, so much so that he nearly concluded his previous suspicions as mere paranoia. If it hadn't been for the pitiful expression coupled with the unusually feminine clothes she adorned-- he might've left right then and there. What's more, the faintest response came from the keys left idle within his jacket as soon as he strolled within her vicinity. Such a reaction was direct proof they were not mere magic tools, but one that responded directly to the life of their owner; in other words, something that couldn't be of this world. Needless to say, his interest grew exponentially.
"You're not Lucy Ashley, are you?" His lighthearted tone shatters the eerie silence of the prison, a smile forming quickly on his features. His voice is so spirited that it proved completely inappropriate to address someone who'd endured undeserving violence and shackles. With a laugh, he chimed, "Pffft-- haha! You have a lot of bad luck, getting thrown in here!"