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Already inside of the room, Saint leaned against the wall by the door with his arms crossed. He had been standing there since before the first of the house representatives had arrived, ignoring the food and attempts at conversation. His hands rested near the daggers he carried as he examined the occupants of the room.

Despite himself he managed to restrain himself from following Arrine around the Tower, especially with Saturday present. So he waited, looking over each guest as they arrived. As they entered he was aware of every weapon they carried and piece of metal on them.

He met his master's eyes as she stared at him, unflinching. Then he sighed and rolled his shoulders.

“We have little aside from what is commonly known. The most interesting part is what we don’t have. No witnesses, no trace evidence or much signs of struggle. And with no wounds we have no idea of the sort of weapon or spell that is being used. Right now we only have the barest hint at some sort of motive regarding the internal organs and perhaps an Affinity in a similar vein.”

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