[h1]Reaver[/h1]
[@Ariamis][@Rune_Alchemist][@PlatinumSkink][@BrokenPromise]

Well, this was getting good enough. Privacy meant less unknowns, and less security. It was a pity really, Cindy was also his kind of girl. Then the "assassin" had struck, creating chaos amidst the group, and sparking the flames of battle and discord. As if a staged script were, now it was Reaver´s turn.

Except someone butted in before. Well, no matter, such a thing was to be expected to a degree. But it concerned Reaver how truly rotten the magical girl society was to double doubt everything. Even the tiny samurai kid was having second thoughts about this. On second thought, who wouldn´t? The magical jamming, whoever was doing that, was pretty ludicruous.

He took the napkin, and cleaned himself from the acid, still getting a couple of stings. 

"Yes, such a contrived coincidence. Half assed assasination attempt. During some magical blockage." Reaver said, looking at everyone. "Smells quite funny. Even the timely appearance of such a good samaritan telling you to hold your horses and start an investigation here... where the ambience could not be more chaotic. My mind wanders... and It makes me think that It might be a trap too to keep your Highness here, cooped up, numb and occupied, where torches and pitchforks pool outside."  He gave some pause.

"Your Highness permit, I am confident that outdoors is a place suited for thine wrath to rain upon thy enemies." He then dropped to one knee. "I Reaver, shall follow your Highness no matter the decision you choose, into the din of battle if must be. After all... I am a berserker."

He then eyed the tiny samurai, who seemed to have gone through a set of incongruous expressions just now. [i]Interesting, possible Cradle plant? Looked like some serious thought change there.[/i] "Is everything right, dame samurai? Surely we can speak with your highness of the brunt of the combat if you seem...so conflicted. It´s not like we're forcing you to participate against your will, is it?"

The message buzzed on his pocket, but he chose to ignore it for now. No need to raise more suspicion.