[center][h3][color=8F9779]Cormorant Sanders[/color][/h3]
[@Caits][@Joshua Tamashii][@Zarkun][/center]

Barely had the assembly of Guild Masters begun than Fraquar made sure to demonstrate his maturity by needling his elder.  Though Sanders did, of course, resent the barb, he knew that pursuing it would create only further pointless unpleasantry.  Jamie made a comment as well, also prying into his nature for some curious reason, before losing focus completely at the mere mention of her children.  Did this woman have so little faith in her underlings that a couple of words elicited a motherly panic?  In the end, though, it made no difference.  By now, Sanders could boast of a certain familiarity with his counterparts' quirks, and his patience could bear the strain as he waited for the two to sort the matter out between themselves.  No matter how long it took, Frenzy Plant's general felt sure that he would learn from Jamie why he came all this way.

[center][h3][color=FF6347]Owen Whately[/color][/h3]
[@Joshua Tamashii][/center]

Alert to any movement in the vicinity, the badlands fencer known as Owen had already locked on to Amelia as she approached.  He did not miss her scarlet scrutiny before, during, and after her offer.  In an ordinary establishment such behavior would be acknowledged as common courtesy, but Owen was no fool.  Nobody in the upper echelons of Frenzy Plant was ignorant of the disdain cultivated in Phoenix Wing by its master for the 'rigid', 'heartless' soldier guild.  Amelia's request tested him and his crew as surely as her eyes pored over their appearances.

[color=FF6347]”Thank ya, miss, but we don't need nothin'.  'Preciate the offer though.”[/color]  His mud-brown eyes returned Amelia's gaze.  The luminescence of her red irises intrigued him, more out of their connotation of danger than anything else.  Did she ignore the undeniable connection between red eyes and monsters, or did she embrace it?  The answer could tell him a lot about who she was.  At the very least, he felt certain that she was no normal girl.  No such thing existed in Phoenix Wing's ranks.  His words served as a suggestion for her to leave the soldiers alone with their duty and to return from whence she came, but the Games taught Owen that Wingers were an argumentative and contrary lot.  Would she try to confront them further, or turn away with her judgments bottled up inside?  Owen waited to see.