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Octavio smiled at Ferris´ words. [color=#dde0c7]"I appreciate you thanking me, but I don´t think that it's necessary."[/color] 

He continued to speak to him, but faced the innkeeper instead. [color=#dde0c7]"The truth of the matter is that in a situation such as this, you either learn to live alongside the madness, or you stumble and fall."[/color] His eyes gazed at the inkeeper's and his smile widened. [color=#dde0c7]"A simple choice, right?"[/color]

Behaving properly around his party was important, but he wasn't about to let this man abuse what little empathy Chres had instilled in him. He had spent a large part of his life as a rogue, and if there was one thing he had learned throughout the years it was that if you couldn't even look out for yourself, then you weren't worth the effort of having around. This man had been useful to their party, but if this concerning behavior of his continued then Octavio would most likely downgrade him into a meat shield until further notice.  

In contrast to the innkeeper, Octavio had developed a slight interest in Ferris. His sense of taste was abysmal and his sense of smell suffered for it, so it seemed curious to him that people were able to heighten their sense of either to use in combat. What kind of intricacies laced into the air did this man pick up just by walking around somewhere like a market or pub? Octavio was grateful for his perceptive vision, but he wouldn't mind giving it up for a day just to see if expensive wines really did taste better. 

His thoughts vanished as Lynx let out a growl. Lynx hated resorting to behaving like an animal, so this must have been a serious occasion. Octavio turned and witnessed Lynx baring his mouth to Sil. Had he resorted to warning her off like a territorial predator out of desperation?

[color=#ffff66]"I am a lynx of exceptional origin! You will cease at once!"[/color] he shouted. His voice was masculine and regal, but it sounded ridiculous coming out of a lynx trying to slap a fairy away. 

Octavio cupped his chin in thought, then spoke. [color=#dde0c7]"Chres, what are your thoughts over my familiar possibly hurting her? He's not skilled enough to kill her, but he could definitely launch her against a wall at some point if she were ever slow enough."[/color]

Lynx shot a brief look at him. [color=#ffff66][i]I'm not skilled enough? I'll prove you wrong.[/i][/color]