[center][color=DarkRed][h1]Argus Leandros[/h1][/color][/center]

Argus frowned, the gears in his head starting to turn as he thought on Isla's odd behavior. [i]Who treats heart attacks like no big deal, especially if they happen all the time. Wouldn't that mean somethings wrong with you and should see a doctor? Damn, I should just take her to a hospital, but if I did, she'd just fight me on it the entire way there and I'd rather not have an angry crippled girl smacking me on my head the whole way there.[/i] Argus bowed his head, trying to figure out how to get the girl treatment she obviously needed, when it hit him. [i]Wait a minute, if the guild is like a military, than wouldn't they have a doctor on hand, or someone close to one, to take care of injuries. I could be wrong, but if I'm right, I'd be knocking two birds with one stone.[/i]

Satisfied with his reasoning, Argus lifted his head up with a smile on his face, now eager to set out. Once he had Isla situated on his back, he'd go out in a bit of a rush, running around and asking the girl for directions on occasion until the area started looking familiar to him. With in the next hour or so, Argus would arrive, a bit out of breath from the fast pace he had set  but his anxiousness at possible reprimand for yesterday's actions, as well as his worry for Isla's health, kept his exhaustion from his mind. 

"Okay then, just need to find that Red Guy . . ." Argus would walk around the complex, asking for where the man might be, and if he happened to not be around, then Argus would sit down in an empty tent with Isla across from him, waiting for his arrival. If Col. Zanders did happen to be around, however, then Argus would go straight to him, but hesitate on approach, unsure of how to approach.

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