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Astrid slid two throwing knives out and spun them through the gloved fingers of each hand. [color=a187be]"If we are to open dhe cells, we should make ssir to silence dhe guards, yes?"[/color] she whispered. [color=a187be]"Perhaps one of dheir 'Yiskin girls' can say hello, I dhink?"[/color] Her face betrayed no emotion. Even with an idea like that, she remained stoney and calm as she awaited a response, fully expecting someone to shoot down her plan. She scoffed silently. [i][color=a187be]Astrid can handle two young bastards,[/color][/i] she thought. [i][color=a187be]You can leave dhem to me.[/color][/i]

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Duff glanced around the crowded room. Even when he was in the army, parties and gatherings were never this pompous. He judged it all silently, somewhat irked at just how much the event lacked personality behind the thin veneer of circumstance. Back home, they knew how to put on a shindig. Music everyone'd join in on. Fresh food and lots of it, not this "gourmet" that was more about presentation than substance. [color=82ca9d]"I'll keep my eyes out, mate."[/color] he said softly, glad there was [i]something[/i] for him to do that didn't involve socializing all that much. The Aborranian stayed within appropriate distance of Gregor, playing his role as bodyguard as well as he could - though he was tall, his reedy frame did not strike much of an intimidating stance, but he had his rifle, and that was enough for him. As ordered, he watched for an opening into the back rooms of the mansion, trying to find a way around that wouldn't alert anyone to any untoward activity. If he [i]was[/i] magic, he'd probably be able to throw some sort of shroud over himself like that Dweller Gall could. Still, being non-magical had its uses, and they might just come in really handy in a place like this, a place that Duff could tell was positively swarming with Casters and probably a few Amalgamates.