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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Pub Hallway > Road to Merlins Tower
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Matthew winced as he was flicked on the forehead. Feeling the short sting before he placed his hands over the mark and it began to fade away. It was a weird comforting feeling to know that he and Colby weren't the main targets, though it was discomforting to think about himself as bait. He didn't know Rumples connection to Crows, but Merlin had said they were magical so perhaps there wasn't any. He knelt down and scooped up Carroll, placing him on his shoulders before grabbing what was left of his stuff and heading downstairs. It appeared that there was some argument about them getting their asses kicked, and as much as he understood about trying to fight at least, he seemed to recall someone mentioning Rumple was Maleficents magical right hand man, so he must've been powerful.

Matthew awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck as he slowly made shis way towards Colby in the room and sat down quietly. He wasn't sure what to say, or if he should say anything. So much was happening and all he could do is sit there and wait until the others finished getting ready. Time passed and finally they made the push to head out. Matthew taking in the sights of the city one last time with somber look. The towers of smoke, black ash marks where fire once stood, and guards harassing citizens. His fists clenched and tightened at the sights of those abusing their power as he flipped his hood up and kept his head low to avoid sight from the guards.