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[h2][color=lavender]Paon[/color][/h2]
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Paon quirked a brow as Wasu spoke. The brow managed to raise higher as he found a finger raised to pause any worries he was assumed to have. He managed a head shake as Wasu seemed to reach into his own body to hold out a golden colored ticket. He cautiously took the paper and glanced at it as it was explained what exactly it was. Apparently it was a ticket for a tailor. A look of appreciation crossed his features at the thought of new clothing. He was definitely in need of a new outfit. Not that the clothing he was currently wearing was his only outfit, but he did have a tendency to make his own clothes and...well he knew he wasn't quite the best at it. 

Paon managed the barest of shrugs as he stored the ticket in a safe pocket. [color=lavender]"Only somewhat busy."[/color] He then got to view the patrons eyes darkening and knew very well what was happening. They were being robbed of their sight. True blindness instead of a pseudo blindness. He rolled his neck and looked straight on at Wasu for the first time since he got there. Some of the assassins knew he was not actually blind...others figured it out. Though, not matter how hard they tried to get Paon to come out of his acting...he never did when others were there. 

Paon watched was tap the air as if knocking on a door and tilted his head. He watched the door form and stood. He looked at the door almost admiring the colors and engravings. Clearly, he was odd enough to find something pretty in something so odd. He looked at Wasu and gave a nod. [color=lavender]"Alright."[/color] He silently then took his step into the abyss. 

Paon gave a glance at the door behind him as it seemingly disappeared. He always did enjoy watching magic...probably because he had none of his own. His head turning to look in front of him, he walked forward. His eyes took in the room he was in and stopped on the statue for a moment. His attention was soon captured by the sight of the other assassins. He was suddenly very aware of the holes in his shirt. The slice on his shoulder made it clear he had gotten into a fight...hopefully no one here would notice that. 

Paon found himself in the tight space with the others, his attention however was then fully captured by a singular voice. Sleeth's voice. A voice he always enjoyed listening too...which was probably odd to most. Where many heard a sister edge, he heard the calm. The voice reminded him of a dagger...something beautiful that could very easily cut. He could see the others out of the corners of his eyes and really wanted to change, but if he left he'd probably die...or get kicked out. So he stayed.