Pincy nodded to his orders, looking expectantly as Sarah left the room. He was not concerned about the little details. He didn't concern himself with those things for the most part, since he liked to allow his employers their privacy. Most of his workings are not exactly legal and often frowned upon by the majority of society, as he has expressed before. Besides, a key identity of any fun adventure was not knowing what will happen next, right? And he was always good at improvising his way out of a deep hole, if they ever found themselves in trouble. The first step was easy anyways, it was doing the dirty work that would provide them with the most trouble on this little 'odd job'. As soon as they were alone, the lanky mage then started out the room and waltz off down a random corridor, puffing his chest and confidently swinging his arms. He looked like a over-blown ostrich of sorts, but brimming with gusto, of course.

Suddenly, he popped his head back in, the mask leaning to the side, "Umm. Actually, does anyone know the way out? They kept a bag over my head the whole time. Can't say it really helps self-navigation."

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