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	Owen was far from being particularly smooth when he spoke, being rather inarticulate as Cobalt was the first to pass the gate. "Then you in for some shit," he let slip past his lips. At the gate, Leo kept taking the invitations but any words spoken to him were missed as he gawked at Owen and gave him this look that blatantly screamed, [i]dude, shut the fuck up![/i] Owen was oblivious to it. His eyes were on Madam Envy. "Oh ain't you be worryin' 'bouts nuting ma'am. She be as solid as Garudarf Peaks." Patting the chugging contraption as if it was a child who had just made his papa proud.
	
	A lean man with steely eyes gazed up from the book his nose had been buried in, it in one hand and his revolver in the other. There was a quirk on his attractive face as Plum walked by. He said not a word, just a tilt of the head before his eyes traveled back to his book. His eyes moving in lines back and forth. "Boss! Missing two from the count," Leo said in a shrill of a voice that seemed to crack from the octave it gained. 

	Cas nodded and looked back towards the horses and carriages. There was one for sure that was still outside of the gate. Stepping over to one that had yet to say a word or move from the saddle of his horse. "You need to get moving son. In or out," he said in a patient but still booming voice. As far as the second one missing, there was no one else currently to be seen either inside or outside of the gate. Reaching up he scratched the short gray mustache on his face and looked further down the road before pulling out his pocket watch and checking the time. It was just past five in the evening, the day light had fully set and darkness had set in.