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[@Rune_Alchemist](ARL)

Varjan war hounds? Magnus had heard stories of the Varjo Kingdom from his father; Namely, absolutely nothing good came of dealing with them. Their fighters were strong, but lacked any semblance of honor or respect for the fallen. He wondered if Emilio had done something wrong, though he had a feeling that the Varjans army didn't need much of a reason to justify their actions, if they mutate their hounds to such a horrifying degree. When talk of reward and pelts came up, Magnus was eager to skin them, though  buying a new tunic was...well, not many places made tunics for his size, and even then, he didn't feel like he could just replace a gift so easily. Perhaps he could simply get it patched up in town.

[color=FF5353][b]"I'll skin them then...I'm just glad you're okay, Mr. Emilio."[/b][/color] Magnus said, getting to work quickly. He'd be fine to carry the numerous pelts on his own, feeling he might as well put his brawn to some use.
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Once they arrived, Magnus was excited to ditch the pelts for some gold once they got to the store. Though he couldn't really see past the stack of hide, he gave the cyclops woman a passing glance and a small smile, just in friendly passing. Looking to the side of his pile of hides, he'd give a small wave of greeting to the store clerk. [color=FF5353][b]"H-Hello ma'am. We're um...adventurers, looking for someone building a flying machine here. Do you happen to know who's building it? I-If not, that's okay, we have hides to sell too."[/b][/color] he said, trying to hunch a bit to look less intimidating.

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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist](CHR)

Nephele simply followed Christine, not wanting the young lady of the manor to hurt herself, pondering over what she had been muttering about. Was she dissapointed that a man wasn't acting with her? Was it THAT sort of play? Nephele didn't know, and really didn't especially care; All that mattered was the job at hand, and making sure that Christine didn't fall flat on her face in her excitement. Her exuberance did draw out a smile from Nephele though, who kept pace with her to keep her from falling flat on her face, or needlessly mutilating her hands on her claws. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I know little of space squids or acting, but I'll do my best to meet your expectations."[/b][/color] she said, simply keeping pace. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Please be careful with my hands, Christine. I wouldn't want yours to be hurt."[/b][/color] she added thoughtfully, now more or less just walking hand in hand with her. Given her utter lack of knowledge on personal space as well, Nephele was a might bit close.