[When she appears, Karl gives a start, reflexively bringing his halberd up in front of him; he wasn't expecting that. Certainly, Otome had implied that she could fight and Karl hadn't doubted her, even if she didn't look like much of a combatant (neither would Seria nor Paris in casual clothing, and Karl didn't know many people stronger than them). Still... summoning?]
You're a—!?
[No. She's not a Summoner—at least, not of Akras Summoners' Hall. What she did didn't look quite like what they do. Besides, he didn't recognize her, and while he wouldn't claim to know everyone in the organization, that she wouldn't know of him is unlikely. For better or for worse, he's rather well known.
... It's almost too bad. That she isn't from the Summoners' Hall, that is.
He lowers his weapon (somewhat; there's still a threat out there, even if it's not from this Hariti).]
no subject
You're a—!?
[No. She's not a Summoner—at least, not of Akras Summoners' Hall. What she did didn't look quite like what they do. Besides, he didn't recognize her, and while he wouldn't claim to know everyone in the organization, that she wouldn't know of him is unlikely. For better or for worse, he's rather well known.
... It's almost too bad. That she isn't from the Summoners' Hall, that is.
He lowers his weapon (somewhat; there's still a threat out there, even if it's not from this Hariti).]
She's... yours? A summon of yours, I mean?