High-class politics at low-class, makeshift table

"So, to sum it all up, you've pretty much broken every taboo and law that existed, dabbled with some criminal guild, and then pretty much rose up in a rebellion against the established authority… just to pull me out of this place?"

Sitting down at the huge makeshift table consisting of just a huge, round slab of concrete resting on several pillars of the same material that Theo whipped out in a single instant, Callane's mercenaries snacked on Theo's berries while Theo himself had now attempted to reiterate the full story the girl told him.

"Well, that's certainly one way of putting it together," Callane muttered, cupping her hands together while resting her elbows on the concrete table and turning her head to look away. "And well, to a degree…" she hesitated for a moment. "No, it doesn't matter what my intention was. All that matters is how others will perceive my movements. And from that perspective, yeah," she finally nodded her head.

"That's pretty much it."