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[h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2]
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Ferrin’s interest was perked by Patrick’s mention of himself and his future. 

[i][color=silver]Power like that...at six? So young.[/color][/i]

It was fairly obvious, and not at all surprising, to have confirmation that Patrick wasn’t from this time. Maybe it was because Ferrin, himself, was similarly a man out of time. What was the most fascinating was the implication that, he, Ferrin, had, for some reason, had made different choices in another timeline. What had he done before? What became of him? Most importantly, why was this time different?

However, his expression remained stern and he gave no outward hint of his desire to know more. Instead, he went with a wisecrack. 

[color=silver]”Sounds like your creativity has not improved since.”[/color] He snarked to Patrick.

Ferrin weighed his options. Logically, he knew there was little he could do to stop them, short of stupidly drastic measures. But, dispite his short time here, these people were part of his new family. That ment the world to a once-orphan like him. More than the world. It would burn before he saw any of them dead. Whether they felt the same was irrelevant. 

Yet...he felt an obligation to his old family, to the people that held a place in his heart that was second only to a kind-hearted old man. The obligation to protect their legacy and uphold their ideals into the future.

But was he?

He wasn’t sure. But he did have one last card to play.

[color=silver]”The island’s [i]genius loci[/i] is notably fickle. How do you know it truly wants you to stand on it’s shore? Perhaps the guilds failed once because the island did not want them. So then what certainty do [i]you[/i] have?”[/color]

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[center][h2][color=0076a3]Colt[/color] and [color=red]Claire[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=red]”If yo’ looking for a man, you better look elsewhere. No one here is gonna jump at that skinny bod’.”[/color]

Elane heard a mocking female voice call out from behind her, followed by a groan.

[color=0076a3]“Not again.”[/color] Said a similar, yet notability softer male voice.

Walking up to the guildhall was an odd young, androgynous figure of medium height, with bright red-and-blue hair, and blue eyes. They wore a loose cloak with the hood down. Dispite the two voices, there was only one person in sight.

[color=0076a3]“Do you [i]have[/i] to insult every person we meet?”[/color] The figure asked, exasperated.

Then things got even stranger. Between one blink and the next, their eye color changed from vivid blue to brilliant red along with their expression of frustration to a smug, haughty look. 

[color=red]” ’Cours I do. Somebody here’s gotta point out the ridiculous. Like your dress.”[/color] The female voice said, transitioning suddenly between talking to themselves and adressing Elane.

Blue eyes again.

[color=0076a3]“I’m not part of this.”[/color] The male voice sighed. [color=0076a3]“Sorry about my sister.”[/color] He said to Elane.

[color=red]”Wuss!”[/color] Claire called.

Colt gave her a mental eyeroll.

[@PandaBrady]