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[sub][@Rune_Alchemist][@Aerandir][@Guilty Spark][@Asuras][/sub][/center]
Magic, for all the mystery and study it required, was appearing to be something that this particular group had in spades, hm? Lady Vela's dominion over ice, and now Finn's arcane arrows both proved their efficacy in handling the ruffians that accosted them, leaving Qantz-Farron satisfied with remaining where he was. Listening for Sera's success, watching the orc that had shifted from a stance ready for combat to a stance more open for communication. The archer's shot would keep him honest. Unless the sword skill of this orc was truly something to behold, there was little chance that an escape could be made between the barrage of ice and bolts that would befall him.

[b]"Between the three of us,"[/b] Qantz-Farron spoke, his black gaze settling upon the orc, [b]"None of us are in need of gold. Rather, we're looking for...a cooperator. Someone willing to lead us to where a new substance is being made. If that someone is willing, of course, arrangements could be made that would be beneficial to them and them alone. If not, well...the Guard was rather clear on what our task was."[/b]

His head tilted towards the building that Sera had slipped into, as if he could hear something inaudible to the others.

[b]"Oh, but it'd be good for you to decide quickly. This is a limited-time offer, you see. Limited by how long it takes for knives to make [i]them[/i] sing."[/b]

Qantz-Farron smiled, and somewhere unseen, the ticking of a clock ringed.