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[h1][u]And finally, time to move on-[/u][/h1]
The man had been waiting for a respond, eyes alternating between the one who had introduced themselves as Spamton (who surprisingly wasn't all that obnoxious once you got on with the right foot). The impression had turned so much more positive than in the beginning in fact, that he was about to extend his free hand towards the puppet... that was until off the corner of his eye, some kind of blue blurr passed by, knocked the poor fellow over... Then again, that thing did seem to have a knack for being resilient.

So instead of worrying too much, there was a small wry smile which also showed a bit of amusement... a bit outright mean for his liking, but Spamton did cause a lot of unnecessary trouble... hopefully they would behave better with time. After a moment of consideration, he absentmindedly fished another magic stone from his bag, same kind he had handed to the rat-folk before.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"Blue one, here"[/COLOR] He flicked the small piece of gem towards them with a warning, skillfully flying through the air into an easy to catch angle.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"If something in them cracked, fix it with that to take responsability."[/COLOR] With a slightly lazy expression and tone, he stretched his back and arms in a relaxed fashion after speaking.

And during all of this was when the whole group in the cage was finally allowed to leave their imprisonment, to meet the faithful leader behind these operations. 

Yet, he wasn't in a hurry, and neither was his nekomata companion from the looks of it, snacking on the bits of served meal he had procured already. As for the amusing rat? Already gone, the moment the door was open, and the cleric couldn't quite blame it, simply smiling gently before letting a sigh escape his lips, eyes locking onto the plate still remaining on his lap...

[COLOR=#2d6870]"...hm. Might as well not go with an empty stomach."[/COLOR] Mumbling softly to himself while crossing his arms, the cleric nodded and started assembling a sandwich with the ingredients he had procured, making something simple by the time Berit was done with her own meal, snapping his fingers twice as the pendant on his chest shone for not even a fraction of a second, both plates being cleaned instantly before being stored right back into his bag.

[COLOR=#2d6870]"Shall we go?"[/COLOR] Offering an arm (the one not holding his food) towards Berit, they would accept and jump onto his shoulder just like when they had arrived, and having stored the pillows before standing up, they set out together. Hershel remained taking silent bites and chewing at his sandwich while making minimal noise, something that seemed too practice for a ruler who only fulfilled administrative roles.

By the time they arrived at the meeting place, the cleric had already transformed the piece of food he had prepared from a meal and into nutrition to be digested soon. When they entered the office of the man called 'Lex Luthor', Berit's first point of interest lay on the empty desk near the window, and being the somewhat indulgent man that he was towards his loved ones, he carried her there without a complaint, letting the nekomata hop down from his shoulder and onto the surface that was lex's own table

While she would be doing her own thing, the cleric moved towards the counter nearby the bigger window, laying his elbows on the piece of furniture, hands laced together and eyes in Lex's direction, curiously observing the man and wondering what their briefing would be like with eyebrows raised. All he could do now was wait. He knew the Nekomata would be more interested in watching the situation devolve into a mess, anyways.
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