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	There was a long look given to the late arriver. "That you are son." It was a simple enough statement to the obvious as Cas turned away and shook his head somewhat. The carriages that remained behind were being tended to, as were the horses. All in quick order on the outside of the gate. Leo took the mans invitation and waved him in. Everything outside the gates seemed to be in order, inside the gate however it was a completely different scenario. What was starting to unfold could hardly be described as being calm. 

	Seemed there was a bit of an uproar about seats and even one man taking out his frustrations on Owen. Owen narrowed his eyes slightly but gave a tight vexed smiled. "But of course m'ord, anythan' for ya m'ord," he said sweetly as he began to sit back down. Leo glanced over at Owens words. 

	"Owen, don'tyabe..." he said in his squeak of a voice. Owens glare turned towards Leo. Mouthing something else behind the invitations Owen sat down slowly and gave the biggest grin with a bit of a chuckle. One dog and then another started barking until they all were. Cas looked over at a portly man with long greasy black hair who was tending to one of the carriages. They seemed to exchange some words and a nod between them.

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