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	A smile crossed Magnus' lips as the holstaur woman spoke. Well, at least now Magnus could be confident that this was indeed Jeb's horse; He supposed that today must have been his lucky day, though at the answer to his question about his armored companion, Magnus felt...guilty. He'd just let her storm off, without stopping her, or even trying to. He would first respond to the holstaur before he went to go looking for her, saying: [color=FF5353][b]"I'm Magnus Eissenheoff, and I work for the guild to the east of here. Its um...Just called "The Guild." Kind of confusing, but its the only one of them around that area. Thank you so much for your help Miss...um...what is your name, if you don't mind me asking-"[/b][/color] he said before someone familiar to the Holstaur called out to her.

Looking at the armored figure, Magnus could only conclude that it was his yet-unnamed-to-him-partner, donning a new set of armor...was she a Hellhound? The armor certainly made her appear as such, but...she seemed so reserved, usually. He'd known the hellhounds that roamed his home labyrinth to be incredibly impulsive, loud, and a lot more "on-fire" usually, but the armored lady before him seemed like she was just...filling out the shape of a hellhound, rather than being one. At the mention off her fighting the man called Nero, Magnus approached his partner, patting her on the shoulder. [color=FF5353][b]"Was wondering where you got to! Hehe...w-was a little worried that you were leaving the guild. A lot of people seem to do that...w-when they come on jobs with me."[/b][/color] he said glumly, looking down. [color=FF5353][b]"W-Well, anyways, we can head on home since the horse was found, thanks to Jesse. Let's head home, um..."[/b][/color]

God that pause was awkward. Awkward beyond measure as Magnus froze up, nervously sweating. [color=FF5353][b]"U-Um...what was your name again?"[/b][/color]

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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	Nephele drank her ale quickly before departing with Felipe and his compatriots, appreciating the pro-activeness of his plan.
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	Her fingers were netted as she rode in the wagon, periodically looking over at the Joyous that was across from her. He was...grotesque, obviously, but also unnervingly calm, and seemed to possess an almost childlike curiosity towards her. What were these creatures? Were they men made into twisted forms, or were they grown like this, as twisted, ugly things forced to the whims of their masters? She would have to question Felipe after this was over, and, given the terrain, she felt that her natural ability to climb rocks and cling to walls wouldn't come to be of use. She knew the power the Joyous possessed, so if push came to shove, she could lead Varjans to him to be dispatched. She didn't like the idea of it, but for all she knew this Joyous was far more...pleasant than its brother that she had slain.

Standing on the pass, Nephele stepped forward, before looking back at Felipe. [color=A9A9A9][b]"My plan was to use a fog bank to sneak in close, then to strike at them from behind. I can perhaps thin out a quarter of them in the confusion, but after that I fear for your men. Your gear is all similar to their's so...I do not want to strike without thinking. As for what else I can breath, my breath can send men into paralytic fits, so long as they are weak enough. I could strike them with a cloud of it, but...that too would make approach difficult. What do you suggest?"[/b][/color] The dragoness looked down at her claws, the black hardened matter glinting slightly in the light of the sun, sharp as any sword. She didn't need a weapon to find points to strike at in their armor, and seemed to have no qualms with slaying Varjans. What would prove more difficult would be making sure that Felipe's men didn't get hurt by mistake. 

[color=A9A9A9][b]"...Perhaps, I could be a decoy?"[/b]

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[Liberation, at Any Price]