[center][h2]Otto Engel[/h2][/center]
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Otto gazed at Nalia for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should comply with her order or not. Naturally, he refused to obey the orders of her, it would not be a man’s place to retreat while such a threatening figure stood before them. “As much as you would love for me to disappear, I shan’t,” the old man grumbled, his eyes returning to the assassin as he spoke with his gruff voice. How would he look if he retreated from the situation, certainly it would damage his reputation as a member of the family. Thusly, he would have to stay even if he openly defied the new leader of the house. 

When the assassin looked down at Juniper, Otto took a threatening step forward ready to attack if this being attempted to make a move on someone he had helped to deliver. He wielded his cane in both hands, seemingly ready to charge should he need to. The foreigner spoke in a bit aggravated tone, “While, sir or madam, I respect that you dealt with those assassins for us, barging in here as you did certainly did not alleviate the situation one bit.” Hoping that the Crow did not call his bluff on attacking, Otto kept his face stern, attempting to hide fear. “I would kindly ask you to leave, as your presence is not particularly trusted here,” Otto ordered, daring to take another small step towards the Crow.