The first thing Kybele will notice when she wakes up is almost certainly the enormous pain in her chest. It's not that there's a shortage of things to notice, in the middle of a busy market square mid festival, but that's the kind of thing that really tends to grab the attention. Wherever she fell asleep, she certainly isn't there now.
When she arrives at their previous meeting place, none of the nobles from before are anywhere to be found, but asking around reveals that the baron has a place in the middle city southwest of the Arendae mansion. The entranceway has armed guards, but when Kybele arrives a servant opens the door and the guards step aside to allow her past; she's either expected or high enough status that they're unwilling to make her wait.She's lead to a relatively small room off to the side of the main hall, with two chairs and a table.
"Pardon me, milady, the Baron will be with you shortly."
Said baron enters the room a few minutes later, followed by a servant in a differently styled livery bringing tea.
"Knight Commander! It's an honor; may I get you something to drink?"
"I'd love some juice if you have it. I am delighted to report that Captain Harmattan will be happy to grant Alex a commission. In his judgment Victor needs a little more field experience, but might well then be ready for the same, and if he wants field experience he's come to the right place."
The servant steps out, and returns a few moments later with a bottle of sweet apple juice, which he pours into a glass for her.
"Ah, yes, quite. I don't suppose you'd be opening to reconsidering?"
"I worry it'd be doing Victor a disservice too! There are enough demons out there that he can most likely be a veteran in weeks and fully ready to take on a unit of his own, but before that he'd be risking himself, not just his men."
"Yes, blood will win out. I suppose Victor starting as a cornet isn't an unreasonable move. I believe we can expect great things of you, knight commander, and house Gradsky will do our part. Is the quartermaster one of yours, or have you separated your finances?"
The baron nods knowingly.
"I understand; I'll make sure the contributions get to you directly, then."
Then with the formalities out of the way the baron will spend some time making the socially accepted amount of small talk to mean this visit was actually just a social call where they happened to get some business done, and then offer Kybele a line if she wants to make her excuses.
"And you as well!"
Off she goes to be seen and distribute hats and see if anything else wants her attention.
At least thus far there doesn't seem to be anything obviously urgent blowing up on her. People want her attention, but more in the sense that one might want that of a famous celebrity than because they have something they need her to solve, and in the present state of Kenabres that comes out to a lot of people wishing her success against the demons.
All these people can have hats. She's going to need all the standing she can get. But then she will retreat into her library to study up on where the fuck she is.
The Blackwing library might not have everything she could hope for, but there's still quite a lot of new information and it certainly doesn't pose any barrier to her trying to read as much as possible.
Come the next morning, there is an exception to the general pattern of people seeming to be unaware of - or at least unwilling to bother Kybele at - her library. Whoever it is is still polite enough to wait until she's not busy, but if she decides to wait them out she'll find they're quite persistent about it.
"I'm not certain, though I expect not. I'm here to speak with your sister, on a matter of some sensitivity - we haven't met, but her character has been vouched for on such matters. Please tell her Inquisitor Liotr Hawkblade is looking for her."
"There is a rather troubling matter that has come up, and it has proven intractable to investigate on my own. Of everyone I could trust with the information, you are the best positioned to assist, and the least likely to leak the information to the wrong person. May I cast a spell to ensure our privacy?"
"Mage's Private Sanctum. I would be casting it from a scroll, which you may examine first if you wish."
She can't tell the scroll apart from any other scrolls on his person but she can look up the spell. "That works fine for me but we probably shouldn't loiter in the doorway, come on in." She waves him inside and drifts towards the highest density of possibly useful text.