Amelia looked at her father quietly, and sighed. "You already talked about it, when I first got here. You explained your decision, and I know that it's one I have to stick with. I don't see what there is to discuss," she said.

"Well you must've done some prying to think you know me so well," Ryker bit back. "Not deep enough to know how much bullshit you're spewing though. You should know better than anyone that a proper team is built on trust, but hell, I'm not one of your precious Table Knights, am I?"

Suzanne held up a hand, rendering Camus unable to move any further, though he maintained his bodily functions. "Camus, I know you're smarter than to think you can witness all that and just leave," she said, putting her hand down.

As Ryker made a jab at the table knights themselves, Percival barely held himself back from responding with words he knew he would regret. "At least most of the men I trusted were willing to die for what was right, and not run away because they didn't get enough attention."

Galahad slammed his fist on the table, flames visibly shooting out from the point of impact and threatening to burn everyone present before they died down. "ENOUGH! We have more important things to do than sit here and listen to you two children cry over nothing!"

Camus found himself sweating once more as Suzanne prevented him from leaving. He let out a tired sigh, then raised his head up to expose his neck. "Just kill me already then, lichdom isn't worth it if this is the kinda shit I'll have to do to live an actual life." He replied, both a forward statement and a bluff in hopes that escalating the situation too far will result in her de-escalating it in turn.

Richard said "Did William know anything about Eric's plan before the two engaged in that duel?"

Amelia pressed her lips together, sighing through her nose. "William wanted a private spar with Eric, Eric was the one who demanded they do the public duel, and William couldn't tell a prince no."

Ryker considered protesting, but he didn't need both of them hating him right now. He simply gathered up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, waiting to follow.

Suzanne dropped the spell holding him as she sat on the grass, crossing her legs. "Best you just ask questions," Suzanne said.

Percival got up and followed as well as Galahad departed, looking back briefly to his old war friends long enough to say "It was good seeing you both." before departing.

Camus sat down across from her, crossing his legs so he didn't take up a ton of room. "Right, so uh, obvious first question," He motioned his hand back behind Suzanne, to the clearing. "What the fuck?"

Richard smiled softly and said "Raise your head. You're not a child anymore" 

Ryker still believed passionately that proper teams were built on trust, but he supposed he understood why exactly mental powers were best kept secret. As distrusted as shapeshifters probably. Percival accusing him of being no better than anyone else still stung though, as though he thought so lowly of Ryker, when Ryker had respected and admired both Percival and Galahad, and all of the Table Knights for so long, it was like a punch in the gut.

"There are none. I'm it," Suzanne said, looking up at Camus. "I'm the matron. An immortal witch, and I have all the power of every witch who's ever existed. That demon made a contract with the first matron, millennia ago, and when I became matron, I did what I had to do, to ensure that I wouldn't be forced to do its bidding," she looked back into the flames, folding her arms together in her lap. "I oversaturated the contract, and it has been lulled into a half-sleep, one that I can maintain for now with petty sacrifices. The urges of the contract, however...can be intense around the new moon, which is why I...kissed you and I apologize," she said, looking up at him once again.

Amelia looked up at him, confused. "Should I not show respect?" she asked.

Percival listened to Ryker's thoughts, then sighed quietly. He knew if he tried to talk now, Galahad wouldn't let it continue, so he looked over to Ryker. "It's Percival. Sorry about back there, I said things I shouldn't have. I'm rather defensive about keeping my powers secret."

Camus listened and took that information in. Only one witch, huh? He wondered..."Those urges, what's the deal with them? Are they just to, y'know, do it? Or is it a part of some sacrifice or other ritual?"

Richard said "Now then, is there anything you need to discuss with me?"

Ryker nodded slightly before looking back forward. "I'm sorry for getting defensive. I said things I shouldn't have, too," he thought.

"Forests are off limits during full moons, then," Suzanne replied, pointing at him. "Otherwise, not a lot of blood," she said, shrugging.

Amelia shook her head. "You summoned me, Father."

"I forgive you, I only hope you'll forgive me for letting my life-long habits lead-way to paranoia. I've seen the worst people have to offer when they know the truth about me, the assumptions they make as a result. I'd sooner take the hit to honesty than risk it happening every time I make a new acquaintance." Percival explained.

"Well hey, you know where to find me if you wanna try this again under more friendly circumstances." Camus stated with a grin. "I can't exactly stop bothering you, after all. People'd pick up on that immediately."