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[@PaulHaynek],[[@13org](FYR)
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[color=FF5353][b]"Thanks for letting us know, Neil!"[/b][/color] Magnus said, feeling glad that he might have a chance to thank all the dwarves in person. Thinking of something else to say before finally turning to leave proper, Magnus said: [color=FF5353][b]"H-Hey, Neil...Do you...have anything you want me to ask this guy who looks like you? I just...I-I dunno. He reminded me of you."[/b][/color]

Once Neil had said what he wanted, Magnus would leave, wondering why Freyr wanted him to tell Haley about what happened instead of himself...was he allergic to feathers?
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Presently, Magnus was following Freyr through the path to Valoras Woods, nearly tripping over himself in search of the flowers Kyle needed. So much so that he noticed the cabin later than Freyr had, looking up at it. [color=FF5353][b]"Wow! I-It really does look like how they built our guild hall up."[/b][/color] he commented, nearly jumping as he heard the mystery man before seeing him. Reconfirming what he had at once thought was pure coincidence, he was absolutely sure that this man had some sort of relationship with Neil. Were they brothers? Cousins? Some other form of family? He had no idea, though...right now he needed to instead act as a professional adventurer. 

[color=FF5353][b]"N-Nice to meet you again Sir! Erm...W-We did go to Varjo, but that was...w-well, complicated."[/b][/color] he tried to explain, stumbling over his explanation and rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. When he saw that Freyr turned to him for confirmation, Magnus nodded emphatically. [color=FF5353][b]"For sure. I'd never forget someone that looks just like Niel."[/b][/color] he said with confidence, ears flicking up as he recalled that the mystery man mentioned "his boy". Could...Could Neil be his son!? Swallowing that thought for now, Magnus put his fist to his chest and stood up so straight that it was awkward to look at. [color=FF5353][b]"W-What do you need us to do sir?"[/b][/color] he questioned, exhaling a small puff of steam out of his nose. 

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Stretching her leathery arm-bound wings, Nephele smiled to herself as she felt the gentle ocean breeze wash over her, an unfamiliar wind and the slight sting of salt carried on it brushing against her skin and hair. Of course, despite the newness of the sight before her, she had to restrain herself. Adjusting her hair with a single claw, as if it were a comb, she flicked her motley feathery-do back into place. It seemed that some sort of preparation was going on...perhaps some sort of holiday was approaching, or going on today. 

Hear ears perked up as the metallic clank of armored footsteps, and turning her head around she spied the man approaching her. She was about to say something before he blurted out a shortened version of her name, and immediately stated the obvious. The...lack of arms was somewhat strange, she had to admit, but figuring that he was mentioned in the commentary placed by Neil on the quest by name, she supposed he must be some sort of high profile repeat client. Or...something. Regardless, she had to make an excellent first impression and as such placed a hand over her chest and offered him a small smile, saying: [color=A9A9A9][b]"It is nice to meet you, Ian. I am Nephele Francine Megalos, and I will guard you with my life. Give me a few minutes, I need to purchase rations and other necessities,"[/b][/color] with every ounce of professionalism in her blood. Hurriedly heading to the market stalls, Nephele had to keep herself under control to keep from peering into all the stalls, to see what goods were available in such a trade hub.

Returning with enough rations for two days for the both of them, as well as a burlap sack slung over her back carrying a tinderbox within. Just in case. Regardless, she was very much prepared to escort her client, feeling that to question why he needed an escort would lead to a story he didn't want to tell. It wasn't pleasant to imagine a warrior losing his arms...though his cheery disposition made her think perhaps he was just an unfortunate, cautious fool. However, she would guard him with her life, standing at his side and saying: [color=A9A9A9][b]"We may leave when you are ready."[/b][/color]