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Lynx was out cold. Despite not having taken part in the battle at all, the familiar had fallen into a deep sleep almost immediately after receiving shelter. The stolen familiar had apparently been unable to completely get rid of his pampered roots and barely budged, even with the vigorous attempts of one particular little fairy. The spectacle that was taking place between Lynx and Sil would have been enjoyable to Octavio, had the latter not decided to pay him a visit as well. [color=#dde0c7]"Alright alright, fun fun."[/color] he said, smiling. His face may have painted a friendly scene, but the thoughts in his head directed at the other man´s familiar were anything but. Experiences in infiltration had led him to learn that their element of unpredictability tended to be a liability above anything else. As things were he was perfectly fine with an exotic cat that did nothing but sass him and run. 

[color=#dde0c7]"Fortunately I can´t say that I´m a stranger to staying up too late."[/color] he said, suavely. It was the truth, although the way he spoke framed it to imply romance rather than robbery. Charming wealthy socialites and then pilfering their treasures were both jobs that needed to be done at night for the best results. Ironically Octavio had ended up being one of the best candidates among their party for being nocturnal and alert, not that any of them knew that.  

Chres had more or less pulled him to their improvised observatory with no resistance, as Octavio was still tired and treating their current state of affairs as nothing more than an annoying obligation. He surveyed the room that was designated as their improvised observatory with relative calm and crossed his arms in annoyance. There wasn't much to do here. His hazel eyes looked at the sight beyond the window, unimpressed by their surroundings.

[color=#dde0c7]"But I have to admit, this is a fairly boring affair in comparison."[/color] he added. He recalled the stolen bottle of expensive wine that had been jumbled with the rest of his equally hard to explain belongings, but then thought better of it. Or at least until the rest of them went to sleep, anyways. 

Týfurkh had begun yet another strategizing session with the party which made Octavio feel drowsy. What was the point of all this again? Couldn't they just run for it if things got too dangerous and stab a couple of people if need be? It made Octavio feel reassured on his stance on cooperating with others. The mention of a clocktower however... The dramatic man would most likely approve their plans if it involved one.

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