[Kell has always been the exact anti-thesis of keeping a low profile. A pale, thin redhead with one black eye growing up on the court of gloriously dark-haired, dark-skin people build like statues. He always stood out. What he did learn living among the viciously competitive Arnesian nobles were words. Words that can have different meanings depending on who is listening.]

You mean besides the increased amount of patrols and guards everywhere?

[He shakes his head. Maybe, he's being too paranoid.]

I just don't trust the castle staff all that much. [The question if he trusts other Summoned remains open. Lucifer berated him once for being too open and too honest.] For mages, we might have some use, but for everyone else we're just a drain on resources. They most likely didn't care when things were good. Now? I wouldn't be surprise at some amount of resentment. So I'd be careful what I say when they can hear it. Things can easily be twisted if someone has enough ill will to do it.