"The Marquis has informed me of his circumstance," Vossler interjected once Al-Cid put in his order for something a bit stronger. "He has requested my service in the event that Vayne should decide to silence any possible opposition to his current campaign. Winning over the people of Gaia would prove that much more burdensome a task with someone as politically savvy as his Grace--or perhaps even yourself, shedding light on his true intentions." Unfortunately, Ashe seemed reluctant to grant Vossler leave to ensure her uncle's safety. At least not until more than mere suspicion fueled Ondore's worry. Vossler didn't particularly agree, but it was no longer his place to question her judgment.

"Keeping up with a Rozarrian, you say?" His usual scowl seemed to soften some, a hint of amusement present in his tone following the sudden shift in conversation. Vossler sized up his present company briefly, before continuing with his reply. "If it means donning the clothing of a dancer, then it pains me to admit that I have already been thoroughly outclassed in that arena." His glass was set back onto the bar, another (of the ronger variety that Al-Cid had ordered for himself) already waiting for him.