Daelin had started to regain some of his vision. Ears still ringing, he drew his grapple-gun with his left hand. The grapple configuration was currently equipped with a spike -- for trees. He took aim at the myti through blurry eyes that was still standing outside. He narrowed his eyes until he could get a little better of a picture and aimed for the assailant's thigh. The air compressing mechanism went off with an audible pop as Daelin launched the grappling spike.

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[center]Kel, Marvis Astorian's Manor[/center]


	Kanna frowned. "And that is why you are no closer to the seat of high chancellor." She hopped down from the case and walked toward the middle of the room, leaving her back to him. "I came here fully intending on kicking the hornets nest... The [i]hornets[/i] will lay quivering on the ground in shock." She chuckled at herself, a sound that had no real mirth. "Let me try to get back on the right foot. I apologize for insulting you. What you do you are amazing at." She complimented. There was a genuine feel to it, a soothing feeling washed over Marvis that he had no real control over. "The people of Kel aren't satisfied with how things are currently run. There's a great disparage between poor and rich that only expands. Change is coming whether you like it or not. Right now [i]you[/i] are a in a position to gain from the change. Whether or not you'll accept it will be up to you." She turned back to him slowly. "You dug your way to this point by your work. You have no heavy ties to the other major political factions. This means that the people can look to you when those groups fail them. I wouldn't have come here if there were no benefit to you. At least trust me on this." She asked.

	There was a slight pressure put on Marvis' mind. Something that felt like it was coming from him, a desire to agree, to give Kanna her chance.

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[center]Kel, Underworld; The Whispering Cove[/center]


	Vetch grunted in response. He nodded to Othozar and muttered in a deep voice as he stepped past the two into the shop. "No trouble."

	The gaunt eld approached Finnick directly. He looked over the diminutive owner's shoulder at the work he was busied with. "Finnick." He stated. There was a pause as he waited for Finnick's attention. "I'm here for the powder." Vetch announced.