The prince calls a meeting again after the return of a slightly-bloodied Madara and Romaine.
Reynold sits upon the throne looking at each of you.
Madara turns when Amalia enters the room and limps over to her. "My dearest Amalia! I never thought I would see you again!!"
Amalia's eyes widen. "Madara! What has happened?" Amalia takes in the distraught condition of Madara and Romaine. "Have we been attacked?" Amalia approaches Madara and places her hand on her shoulder, examining her wounds.
"Romaine and I set out for Klausenburg to bring back the new leadership so the Prince could speak with them...so they could attend the ball...and we were ambushed 2 days out. My...My Childe..." Madara's eyes grow hard as she clenches her hand and her nails pierce her skin, blood beginning to drip.
"Our scouts have reported that Klausenberg is now under the control of Rustovitch." Reynold informs them.
Amalia quickly takes Madara's hand and forces it open, stopping her from hurting herself further.
Amalia arches an eyebrow. "So quickly? What happened to our guards and outpost?"
"I do not know." Reynold answers. "Madara was attacked upon her way there and lost her childe."
"How horrible!" Sister Florentia cries.
Amalia wishes she had time to visit her haven and check on the reports of her spies before arriving.
"How...HOW could that band of Tzimisce pigs be roaming OUR woods without us knowing!?"
* Amalia frowns and takes Madara wtih her to sit at the council table, keeping a firm grip on her hand "Amalia, tell me there is good news from Lord Jurgen." Reynold says. "And my men...how could it happen?? I feel so...overwhelmed..." Madara allows Amalia to lead her to the table, feeling so, so tired.
Amalia inclines her head. "He was very glad to receive your letter. He shall be here in a few week's time with his army to cement the deal."
Reynold nods and rubs his chin. "Hopefully he will arrive in time."
Romaine stays in the corner tending her wounds.
"The Toreador of Paris are funding his expedition." Amalia informs the Prince.
"Good...good, they will perhaps see our city fondly and come here to help." Reynold looks over at Romaine, "Come here childe sit at the table..."
Madara looks up. "I will ride with him to Klausenberg-- I will take down that city one stone at a time with my bare hands!" Madara shouts, beginning to rise from her chair.
Romaine shakes her head no to the Prince.
"Madara!" Amalia says sharply. "Sit down."
Madara looks at Amalia with surprise, and slowly sits back down.
"We must think this out rationally. If you let your emotions claim you we shall all fail." Amalia chides Madara.
Madara turns to Amalia. "I will need my fury to help me in battle."
"Rustovitch is only a week away...we must do something...Amalia where is Katrina?" the Prince asks.
"We are not in battle now, Madara. Your fury will serve you then, but not now." Amalia tells Madara, and then turns her attention to the prince, still keeping a tight hold on Madara's hand.
Madara clenches her fists and Amalia can see tiny amount of blood pool in the corners of her eyes.
Reynold nods, "I see."
"She has gone to seek aid from another, I do not know when she shall return." Amalia answers.
Madara sees her damaged palms, and looks over at Romaine. "Ah Romaine...please...come sit. You have proven yourself many times over." Madara motions to a chair near her.
Romaine looks at Madara and the rest of the group, and still shakes her head.
Amalia sits up in her chair. "Tell me what has happened while I was away. I do not understand how you could have been taken so unaware."
Madara looks at Amalia, and then REALLY looks at Amalia. "Amalia...you met with no problems on your journey?" Madara uses Heightened Senses to check her over.
Amalia shakes her head. "It has been long since I was an active member in court. The experience was....refreshing."
"Oh??" Madara asks uncertainly, and then suddenly a light comes on in her eyes. "Oh Amalia! You must tell me ALL about the ball!! I want to hear EVERYTHING!!" Madara turns and clutches Amalia's hands.
"Yes, Amalia do tell what happened." Reynold says.
"Lord Jurgen has many powerful allies," Amalia begins. "We do well to ally with him. Take care not to cross him however, he is ruthless, and will not let petty things like justice get in his way. The Tremere showed their faces and through some trickery managed to worm their way into Jurgen's good graces. I hope that they will not be accompanying him on his journey. Also, one of Rustovich's Childer came. She was laughed out of the ball." Amalia 's eyes alight with a glimmer of pleasure as she speaks those last words.
Madara raises her eyebrows, taking all of Amalia's words in like a sponge. "Good! It is good that the bitch was laughed out of the ball!"
Amalia nods. "I met the Toreador."
Madara 's eyes change again. "But Amalia-- I want to hear about the ball! Where did they hold it? How was it decorated? What were the Toreador wearing? What were YOU wearing? What music did they play??" Madara goes on and on and on...
Amalia makes a small noise in her throat. "I do not wish to bore the council with such talk, I may tell you of it later, Madara.
Madara looks at Amalia pleadingly.
Amalia pats Madara's hand comfortingly.
"I do not see how anyone could find it boring..." Madara says under her breath, dejectedly.
Romaine continues watching the group.
Reynold listens to the two women talk when a ghoul walks out of the corner of the room and hands him a parchment and walks back. Reynold reads it and nods. "It seems there is a mercenary warband roaming about in the north looking for work..."
Amalia whispers in Madara's ear, "I do not wish to upset you, pet. But I do not think that the council wishes to hear of such things now. We have a war to discuss."
Madara turns-- her eyes back to normal-- and listens.
"Who leads them?" Amalia asks.
Madara leans in to Amalia. "I am sorry for causing a scene, my love. I have things to discuss, as well. Sister Florentia's servant came to me with disturbing news."
"Oh? What has happened?" Amalia whispers back.
"They are lead by a Gangrel from what I understand...they can be here by the week." Reynold answers.
"What is their price?" Sister Florentia asks.
"Are they all Kindred?" Amalia questions.
Madara 's voice gets quiet. "We are tainted by the Wyrm-- more so than anyone else. Florentia said that we were in great danger."
"I do not know but that is what I intend to discover." Reynold states.
Madara listens to the group-discussion while whispering to Amalia.
Amalia feels her heart drop when she hears Madara's words, then wonders what Madara could have done to earn wrym-taint and her face becomes pensive.
"They are mostly mortals...we have enough money, I believe, to make them happy. What do you think?" Renold continues.
Madara watches Amalia's face and tightens her hold on Amalia's hand.
Amalia stares at Madara time before responding. "Did he say what caused it?" she asks, her tone deceptively light.
"Mostly mortals..." Madara sighs. "Well, we need all the men we can get. At least they could be crushed if they turned against us." Then Madara returns to whispering to Amalia. "It seems that he was rather...underinformed. He did not even know...about us!" Madara gives a little laugh behind her hand. "When I told him, it made his visit MUCH shorter! We should go right to Florentia for more information, is my thinking."
Reynold nods, "true..true...Amalia?"
Amalia nods slightly. "You are right. Perhaps we should approach Florentia after the meeting. I am curious as to what this 'wyrm-taint' entails."
Amalia turns her attention back to the Prince.
"What do you think?" the Prince asks her.
Madara nods and squeezes Amalia's hand.
"We need more soldiers, find out their price, and more of their leader, then we should decide." Amalia answers.
Reynold nods, "I see...Florentia?"
"Perhaps we should bring the leader here and question him together?" Madara asks, narrowing her eyes.
"We need to know how many they bring with them as well." Amalia adds.
"I agree, we need the manpower we can get...." Sister Florentia nods.
"Romaine? How do you feel about it?" the Prince asks.
Romaine shrugs.
Reynold raises his eyebrows, "What was that?"
"An answer. I... Don't... Care."
"I see, excellent then, I shall be on my way tomorrow to meet him." Reynold states lightly.
"Be on your way? What do you mean, my Prince??" Madara asks with an edge to her voice.
"You are going out yourself to meet him?" Amalia asks in disbelief.
"Yes, I am." Reynold answers.
"He should come here, not the other way around, Lord." Amalia warns. It is not seemly, or proper, or the way things are done." Amalia warns.
"In the meantime, shall we develop a contingency plan?" Sister Florentia asks.
"If he is insisting upon such, I would suspect foul play." Amalia continues.
"He is not, it was my idea." Reynold states.
"What! Why?" Amalia frowns.
Reynold stands.
Madara glares at the Prince. "I will not have you getting yourself taken or killed while I am your protection!"
"We are only concerned for your safety." Sister Florentia says calmly.
"I have sent you all out of the city to parts unknown many times. How can I be held to any other standard." the Prince asks.
"Because you are the Prince." Amalia says.
"Because you are our Prince! We know you would do it, but being willing and actually doing it are two separate things!" Madara cries.
"None of us should be sent out to see this....rogue mercenary anyhow. "He should come to us. It is not proper." Amalia instructs.
"Perhaps you should be escorted, my Prince? if you insist on travelling there." Sister Florentia suggests.
Amalia looks at the Prince. "You will not meet him on his territory. He will be brought here to the city where he may name the price for his alliance."
Madara folds her arms and nods.
"My dear Amalia, your arena is knowledge and etiquette, Madara-- no one is quicker with a sword. Money and diplomacy are my arenas." the Prince says.
"My Prince, you are mistaken in this. He should come to us as the supplicant. Not the other way around." Amalia repeats.
Madara sighs. "This is not the time to leave the city. Have we not had enough tragedy for one lifetime?"
Florentia begs to differ about the area of quickness and sword handling.
Madara glares at Florentia and clears her throat.
Florentia glares back.
Madara starts to wonder about the "good Sister."
Florentia smiles. "I fought those Tzimsce and didn't get wounded...or lose a childe." "I understand your concerns, Amalia." the Prince tells her.
Madara stands with her hand on the hilt of her sword. "Are you challenging my position...Sister?"
"Challenging your position? no.... I realize your position is normally on your back." Sister Florentia answers.
Amalia blinks and stares at Forentia.
Reynold stands at his full height....
Madara growls low in her throat and draws her sword. "What would YOU know of it-- your legs are wound so tightly together I did not think you could think such thoughts!"
Reynold looks at the two women.
"And at least I recognize that I am of the Wyrm! You pretend to be Human!" Madara shouts.
Amalia looks up at Madara.
"I do not pretend to be human. I merely use my state to help mortals..." Sister Florentia says in a deceptively calm voice.
Madara narrows her eyes and glares at Florentia while circling her. "This pride of yours...how did you get this far in the church, hmmm?"
Reynold stands up, yelling "ENOUGH!" He grabs the table, throwing it into the wall where the table shatters into a dozen pieces.
Amalia leaps to her feet, hand going to her belt.
Madara stops in her tracks, staring at the Prince.
Reynold sits down.
Florentia sits.
"Now that I have your attention. Let us get back to business." Reynold says calmly.
Madara squeezes the hilt of her sword in frustration, but eventually sits back down.
Amalia folds her arms and remains standing.
"I understand your concerns, Amalia. I also have my concerns as well about such a trip." Reynold says.
Madara looks at the Prince in deep respect, feeling suddenly calm.
"Then why do you do it? If you go to them you show that we are weak and are asking for their help. They must come to us, they are the ones who need money, we gracefully allow them into our service for the contracted time. That is diplomacy." Amalia continues.
Reynold rubs his chin..."You have a point."
Madara nods her head, still feeling a little...befuddled by the Prince's presence.
Amalia inclines her head, finally taking her seat.
"I do not wish them to believe us weak." Reynold says. "Send an envoy. Tell them that we are looking for a warband to hire and to meet us here."
"An excellent plan, my Lord." Amalia looks as calm and unruffled as ever, but her hands are folded across her waist and she seems more still than usual.
Florentia looks at Romaine.
Romaine looks at Florentia.
Florentia mumbles, "is that so" under her breath...
Amalia wipes an imaginary speck of dust from her velvet skirts.
Madara watches the two with narrowed eyes.
"Dont EVER try that again" Florentia says to Romaine, and then turns to the rest of the primogen. "Let's all put our differences aside..."
Amalia sighs.
Romaine looks innocent. "Who? Me?"
"It has been months since I've been home. I have things to look after, are we quite finished yet?" Amalia asks.
"I am sorry, Madara, for the things I said this evening." Florentia apologizes.
Amalia 's icy stare takes in all the people in the room.
Madara raises her eyebrows at Florentia in surprise.
Romaine looks at Madara.
"It was painful what you insinuated about my Childe. I loved him as one of my closest friends." Madara says in a low voice.
"I do apologize." Florentia says.
"Be that as it may I believe this meeting is adjorned." the Prince declares.
"And as for being comfortable being on my back...rarely." Madara offers a smile.
Amalia's mouth tightens.
"I was only a little disappointed at the seeming lack of respect I have," Florentia says with a frown.
"I accept your apology, Sister. I am sorry for...letting my temper get away with me." Madara concedes.
"Apology accepted." Florentia smiles at Madara.
"I have never doubted that your fighting skills exceed mine." Madara glances at the Prince.
"You do well with a sword as well!" Florentia exclaims. "Perhaps we should practice our melee together sometime."
Madara smiles a big smile under Florentia's praise.
"I would be honored," Madara bows her head.
"As would I. We could all use some practice in this time of crisis." Florentia nods.
Amalia feels her temper begin to rise. "If that is all, I will be leaving now," Amalia stands abruptly.
Reynold stands, as well, showing Amalia to the door.
Madara glances at Amalia and stands. "What is wrong, my beauty??
" Reynold leans in and whispers, "Thank you for being concerned for my safety."
"I have not been home in two months. I have things to tend to." She nods to everyone. "If that is all, good night to you."
"Good night, Amalia." Florentia calls.
Amalia bows to Reynold. "Certainly my Lord, tis my duty."
Madara feels her stomach clench at Amalia's abrupt departure. She slumps down in her chair and puts her head in her hand.
Amalia hurries out into the night, and steps into her carriage, instructing her driver to take her home quickly.
Romaine goes to Madara and counsels her.
Madara glances up at Romaine. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No. You just look like you need an ear to listen to your troubles."
Amalia 's driver hurries down the dark cobblestone streets, quickly reaching her manor home.
Florentia to Romaine, "You ARE interested in what I have to say about the church, aren't you?"
Madara looks at Romaine. "Amalia left so abruptly-- I think I said something to offend her!"
"I wonder why she left so abruptly as well." Florentia agrees.
Romaine looks to Florentia. "For a sister, you don't notice when someone needs help at times."
"I do. That is why I sent my priest to Madara earlier this week." Florentia retorts.
Madara puts her hand on Romaine's shoulder. "Calm, Romaine..."
"Then why ask me about the church? It is not important." Romaine says simply.
"I know both of you have little background in it." Florentia answers.
"Florentia...Roccio said Amalia and I are in some kind of danger. I was wondering if you would elaborate?" Madara asks.
"The danger is in the so-called thrall of the Wyrm. It reaches many vampires. The werewolves, although they also believe differently...they can 'smell' spiritual corruption."
"I was... brought up... to believe differently." Romaine states.
"I went to church when I was small, but after Giacova took me under her wing, she convinced me...not to go any longer." Madara explains.
"I have not been to church since I was a child." Romaine says.
"Giacova had problems with the priests in the church." Florentia says.
Madara nods in agreement with Romaine. "They would not let her use her gifts in their services." Florentia continues. "Not all believes different from the church are spiritually corrupt... however, some are."
Madara nods. "That is true. And they excommunicated her, which would have lead to her dying by the side of some road if her Sire had not found her."
"By believing...in the good things of humanity...one can raise their beliefs, and get rid of the Wyrm-taint. It is unfortunate for Giacova, our church is more progressive." Florentia explains.
Madara ponders.
"I was taught to believe in good...of people, but that was all. Nothing more." Romaine says.
"It does not matter if you believe in the church I believe in or not...at least learn chivalry, or believe in humanity. That is good, Romaine." Florentia explains.
"So we are not in any physical danger, but only of spiritual danger then?" Madara asks.
"You need only to study, to increase your belief in it." Florentia says.
Romaine looks guiltily away. "I was taught to believe, but seldom did."
"As for the physical harm, Madara..." Florentia begins.
"Even when I went to the convent..." Romaine says.
"You probably needed questions answered, my dear Romaine." Florentia says.
"It is hard for me to believe in humanity, Sister. All I see around me is back-stabbing and killing for gain. Even the woman I believed in for over a century gave me up at the blink of an eye. And Amalia...if she were to reject me...I would rather wander in the woods until I died exposed to the sun, were that to happen!" Madara says passionately.
"Some churches do not serve their people as much as themselves..." Florentia says.
"No, I have always followed my... wild side." Romaine says.
"You can be rebellious, but giving as well, Romaine." Florentia says, and then turns to Madara. "Madara, I know you have been hurt..."
Madara waits her turn for Florentia to tell her about the physical harm of the Wyrm.
Romaine has tears in her eyes. "I want to be good..."
"But you can also give up your pain. As for the Wyrm, creatures will target you because they can smell the pain, the corruption." Florentia explains, and then turns to Romaine. "Romaine, my dear, you CAN be good. You ARE good... in your own way."
Madara looks at Romaine in surprise and puts her arm around her.
"You should each try to use your gifts to help your fellow Kindred, and the mortals...." Florentia says.
Madara looks back at Florentia and nods slowly, comprehension dawning in her eyes.
"But... it's so hard..." Romaine says.
"How can I give up my pain?? Tell me, Sister!" Madara pleads.
"I do realize how difficult it can be. Focus your pain on easing the pain of others." Florentia says. "Mortals are our hope..."
"But I am selfish, Sister! I want to have love and joy before I give of myself! It just seems that love and joy are so fleeting at times...The more I love, the more pain I am given." Madara says sadly.
"We can give to them... so they can give to each other, help each other, ease each others' pain." Florentia says to Romaine, and then turns to Madara. "Right, Madara. Sometimes love means pain... but the beliefs in humanity, in each other makes the pain a little more bearable."
Romaine sniffles in the corner.
Florentia pats Romaine on the back. "There, there..."
"Doesn't it bring joy to you, to help another? These are the only lasting pleasures we have..." Florentia asks.
"But Sister...physical love. Why do you not subscribe to it? Is this the way of all people of your religion?" Madara asks.
Romaine mutters, "By Toutatis, this is not to be."
"I do not subscribe to it because of my beliefs... my promise to God. That is not for everyone."
"It does give me pleasure to aid the Prince...to comfort those I care about...to make Amalia's hands warm and see her smile..." Madara admits.
"Then that is what you should be doing. There is no wrong in helping another." Florentia says.
"I know's I've sinned, but I's like my women and my drinking. The pleasures are wicked, but wonderful." Romaine says.
"But I feel an ache in me always from pain that has added up-- would that something could take it all away!" Madara exclaims, and then blinks and stares at Romaine. "Romaine?? I...had no idea..." Madara slowly takes her arm from around Romaine.
"Romaine, those pleasures are only temporary. Giving joy and easing the pain of another lasts forever."
"What my lovely? Never sailed the seas? Never feasted on the beauty of the cities beyond? I see's more than most, but then again, usually it's the docks." Romaine says.
"Studying, answering your own questions... believing in SOMETHING other than the pain and the hunger...it can add up to many times more, Madara." Florentia says.
"Aye, it might by Belanos, but tis hard to stop the ways I've lived for so long." Romaine says.
Madara feels herself getting a bit nervous being so close to Romaine, and shifts in her chair. "Well...yes, I have sailed in a boat...ahem..."
"Are you truly happy then, Romaine?" Florentia asks.
"Aye, I be. What other pleasures are there for the Captain of his ship?" Romaine asks.
Madara looks from Romaine to Florentia in confusion.
"There are pleasures which last much, much longer..." Florentia begins. "For the length of one's unlife. It makes one feel so good, to give water to a thirsty mouth...to defend one's city against the angry and greedy..."
"Helping people?? Do you not feel the needs of the flesh, tho', sister? And what do you feed on, if you believe in humanity?" Madara asks.
"True, true, but when you've been on the water for many months, one sees the quick pleasures first sister." Romaine says.
"I do not. But I understand some do. I feed only on the willing, and on the criminals... those who commit crimes against humanity." Florentia tells Madara.
Madara folds her arms and leans back in her chair, trying to disguise the sudden interest she feels.
"The willing?" Madara leans forward and looks curiously at Florentia.
"The water, the lure of the ocean...I am LaSombra, I feel a pull to the seas, myself..." Florentia says.
"The willing... other clergy, my ghouls.... those who I can trust and who I help as much as they help me." Florentia tells Madara.
"Well, perhaps we should away to the seas, and talk more of this. This land is not good for me bones." Romaine says.
Madara leans back in her chair, her thoughts warring against one another.
"You can still have your love...love is pure. Love is meaningful..." Florentia says to Madara.
Madara hears a voice chime up in her head. "It is from the mortals that we find beauty..." She pauses and addresses Florentia again. "Even the love Amalia and I have? Two women? I saw the way Roccio reacted to me when I told him about Amalia and I!"
"Romaine, I am willing to talk with you about this on the seas, if you wish...but I will still have the same things to say about it." Florentia says to Romaine.
"Your love for Amalia is not holy by the church's standards, but it does not hurt humanity..." Florentia tells Madara. "It is not necessarily unpure by other's beliefs..."
"I'm not trying to disagree, I'd like to hear more on these pleasures." Romaine says.
"Roccio is close-minded. I am more knowledgeable, having visited many different people and talked with them about their beliefs." Florentia says to Madara.
"But if our love is not holy by the standards of the church, then what can I follow if I want to free myself of my pain?" Madara asks.
"I know of others who have faith in humanity, and in chivalry...they can guide you more than I. But I can tell you a little about them." Florentia replies.
"As long as I can remember I have been attracted to women, only. I have never had the desire to...be with a man." Madara says.
"I would listen, if it is for my betterment." Romaine says.
"There is also much to read about them in the library. I understand, you may have these feelings for women...I have seen it hidden some in the church..." Florentia says to Madara.
Madara opens her eyes wide in surprise. "They should not have to hide their love! Such pain they must suffer!"
Romaine thinks for a second. "Then I should better myself in church?"
"Romaine, it is for your betterment. You have the choice to decide, but I compell you. If not the church, then by having faith in humanity or the aspects of chivalry." Florentia says.
Madara thinks and nods slowly.
Romaine nods.
"The church does not condone the lustful nature of such, but that is a relatively minor offense...minor compared to slaying mortals...stealing from one another...greed, avarice, etc..." Florentia says.
"Chivalry. That I understand. My love for Amalia is so pure that I would be content just to kneel before her and glory in her beauty and majesty!" Madara exclaims.
"I've never killed anyone? Except when defending myself..." Romaine says defensively.
"Then, I compell you to seek out chivalry...learn it...study it, have faith in it..." Florentia tells Madara.
"And this would ease my pain?" Madara feels a warmth spread through her dead heart...something about this feels...right.
"Romaine, defending yourself is the only acceptable reason for harming another, perhaps. You do more good alive than dead." Florentia says, and then turns to Madara. "Seeking chivalry may ease your pain, Madara...it will give you faith in your fellow man, protect good, destroy evil...help those in need."
"I've always felt that life is good..." Romaine says, then bellows with laughter.
"And this is what you would recommend? This would ease the Wyrm-taint that I now possess?" Madara asks.
"This would, indeed, ease it." Florentia agrees.
Madara sits back in her chair, feeling refreshed and pondering everything she's heard.
Romaine looks to Madara, "This is good to know."
"It does not being always denying yourself. You will love the feeling you get from helping others, doing good...you will thirst for the feeling of love and compassion you feel."
Madara sits up straight again. "And Amalia...what message should I bring to her?"
"You may tell Amalia whatever you wish. the onlything that has changed is your desire to help others, ease their pain, ease your own pain by helping those in need. If you see an old lady, you might begin by helping her to her house, protecting her on her way home..." Florentia says.
"Yes, it is good." Romaine agrees.
"Or convincing a rapist or other bad doer to change his ways (forcefully, if you like)." Florentia continues. "I know some people need more convincing than others."
Madara thinks, putting a finger to her lips. "Yes...that is what a true soldier-- a knight-- would do. I should stop wallowing in my pain and be a better protector to the city."
"You are correct. You are a loving creature, Madara!" Florentia exclaims.
"Having been on the sea too long, I've forgotten my ways, but now I understand." Romaine says.
"I am SO HAPPY to hear that, Romaine." A bloody tear comes to Florentia's eye. "I send you both out to help others, to be compassionate...you will feel the love and joy...and your pain will fade into the abysss." Florentia hugs Madara and Romaine.
Madara hugs her back, a bloody tear coming to her eye, as well.
Romaine hugs both Madara and Florentia.
"Now, I bid you both good evening," Florentia says with a fulfilled smile. "If you need any help along the way, just ask, and I will help you any way I can."
"Thank you so much, Sister!! You have made a new woman out of me! Perhaps I will be free of my pain at last!" Madara exclaims hopefully.
"That makes me feel so...utterly happy, Madara." Florentia smiles.
"Thank you Sister. Thank you from the bottom of an old sea captain's heart." Romaine says emotionally.
Florentia smiles at Romaine.
"I will go to Amalia soon! I will bring her your message!" Madara says excitedly, standing up.