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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Almack's.[/center]
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 [color=9e005d][i]'What if it's the soulless that are making use of the humans instead?'[/i][/color] He's train of thought continued as he waited. Now that was a fine assumption because even if one made a deal with soulless he was going to get soullessed...[color=9e005d][i]' No... never repeat that abomination.'[/i][/color] The one who made a deal would be killed and turned eventually. Once you let them in, you are screwed over no other way about it. 

 Constantin's continues dark, grim and interesting mental deduction chain was ongoing, him making a questioning expression all the way until a female voice pulled him out of it as he turned to look at the source. It was that woman he saw earlier. He was about to ask what was going on when she spoke.

[color=9e005d] “Of course. Stay safe.”[/color] He replied with a slight respectful bow of his head as the woman excused herself. She was busy indeed, judging by her garbs of occupation. Well hers was not a problem of his, but Veta's dealings were. The holy relic eh?

 [color=9e005d]“Ohh vell...”[/color] He mumbled, sheathing his sabre and hopping down from the carriage quickly, heading to locate her Relic which should be in her own carriage. Sure enough he located it along with the guards who were there. It didn't take much to explain what he was doing there and his task.[color=9e005d]” Could one of you vatch our carriage vhile I go deliver this? Good. Ve vouldn't vant to valk Myshka on the streets.”[/color] She said with a smirk, quickly heading back inside to deliver the object.