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Being free from the [I]bus[/I] was liberating. His numerous complaints were shelved as he noticed his mage block the aisle, much to the dismay of the many that had gotten on. Huh, that [I]was[/I] a use for him he hadn't expected. Granted, most bodyguards were usually large and had more of a presence, but if it was a direction the kid wanted to go with, it was easy enough to steer him in that direction. The thought soothed Eris; one less thing to worry about, he supposed.

Hurrying along lest Varis snap at some unsuspecting soul, he gave his watch a little attention as he followed. The incoming message had perfect timing: once they finished, his package would arrive just in the nick of time. As Varis spoke, Eris looked up from his watch. Art on a body was always a fun little surprise to find, albeit he wasn't entirely sure he would ever do it himself. Piercings and tattoos were ghastly in his opinion, though it wasn't like he could do them himself without causing some kind of uproar. For the better, he had an image to uphold.

At the mention of the royal family overlooking something, Eris' eyebrows shot up in surprise. [color=ccff99]"Really now?"[/color] The thought of the Starag potentially being damaged goods was one of Eris' theories, though from how he walked and spoke he didn't see anything outwardly wrong with him. As Varis turned the blond's head, however, there was something ever so slightly off about one of his ears. And here he thought the Noilas usually took good care of their stock. Eris frowned as he leaned in for a better look, eyes squinting slightly at the scar. Either the kid was scrappier than Eris thought or that had been a harsh lesson he had learned. 

Clucking his tongue, Eris slowly shook his head. [color=ccff99]"Look at that,"[/color] He muttered mostly to himself, taking a step back. [color=ccff99]"I'm shocked they didn't take care of that. Pretty sure I know a good plastic surgeon that can help with it."[/color] His hand gestured towards the scar. [color=ccff99]"Not that time is a luxury, but I suppose it being covered was satisfactory for his old masters."[/color]

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