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[@13org] (FYR), [@BCTheEntity]

In a way, Magnus was now far more terrified of Marxello than before. And, Freyr's speech scared him all the better, for deep down he felt an ocean of sympathy for it. Humans...it all really did seem to stem from humans when it came to such issues. While it was true that there were monsters that did things like Marxello said, he'd read how it had been before...monsters killed for sport, for glory and gold, some of which had never wronged man, simply been a hideous obstacle in the way of what they deemed theirs. Holding his head in his hands, Magnus did his best not to just...break down here. It was terrifying, honestly. Looking up at Marxello for a brief moment, Magnus hurriedly excused himself from the table, stumbling on the foot of his chair and nearly ramming his kneecap into the floorboard. Taking a quiet, deep breath, he tried to calm himself, doing his best not to show anger, or fear, or anything else that was swirling in the Hodge-Podge of emotions welling in his chest. 

In his swaying to emotion and desperate attempt to escape from the situation and awkward silence surrounding the table, Magnus had scarcely realized that a new, or perhaps she'd been there and he was away at the time, guildmate. Giving the new (to him) centaur girl a light wave, Magnus quickly bade farewell to the awkward table before figuring that it'd ironically be less awkward trying to talk to the man who stormed out. hurriedly following after Freyr, Magnus was hesitant to say anything, but in his concern, as well as lack of anything else coming to mind, he asked: [color=FF5353]"[b]A-Are you alright? Your hands are bleeding...a-and you seemed really mad back there."[/b][/color]