Mazone followed in tow. He was still eerie of their destnation and what he might behold once the group arrived. He kept his guard up, his eyes always on the lookout for any troublemakers of any sort. He found Quinn, the newest arrival, more of an oddity than himself. How did he get those legs? A bad bet? A fight? They looked real, but something about them still spoke 'artificial.' He took a moment to observe the entire group--a mysterious sweetheart, a talking cat, a servant-boy-robot-courier, and himself. Could the universe bring together a more misfit bunch? Probably.

He just hoped he could survive long enough to make a little money and win a few Waltzing contests.

"You know, I am sensitive. My feelings bruise."

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