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[sub][color=7b5d92]✧     Location: Soft Haven - Bounty House  ✧     Purse: 20 copper     ✧  Interactions:    ✧[/color][/sub][/center]

Several thoughts ran through Ermes's mind. From turning around and biting Cerrics hand, to summoning skeletal hands to remove his from his hair, to simply stabbing him in the gut. None of these however would be seen too kindly, and he was certain an act of aggression, no matter how warranted, would get him swiftly removed from the guilds halls. Ermes ducked low, pulling himself from Cerrics grasp as he backed away a few paces before giving Aleka some attention, keeping sure that his boisterous counterpart was within his periphery.

They were asked to inform the guild of what to do with their belongings if they were to die, and frankly Ermes didn't know how to answer that. Ideally he wouldn't die. Finding someway to transcend it so that he'd never have to be faced with such a choice. However, if he were to be struck down mortally, he supposed he didn't have much to his name and no one to give them to. Kyreth came down the steps, holding a tome in hand that he'd handed off towards Aleka before being swiftly snatched aside by the bard. Again they held their whispered council and it simply gave Ermes an itch to want to eavesdrop. He didn't know why but there was something about those two consistently huddling together that made him wish to know more.

Ceolfric asked for handouts and Ermes ceremoniously turned his pockets inside out and gave the man a shrug before pushing them back in. [Color=7b5d92]"If I had the coin for a casket of Ale I wouldn't exactly be looking for work now would I?"[/color] There was an invisible [i]dumbass[/i] tacked on to the end there. His hands were once again placed within his pockets as he was about to leave the hall when he noticed the interaction between Eila and Kyreth. The lumbering man was an idiot, but had gotten the noble's attention. He rolled his eyes at himself before sighing and making his way to the pair, holding out his hand as he concentrated his powers and created a metal clasp for the cloak. [Color=7b5d92]"It won't last you long. Perhaps two turns of a glass as I didn't imbue much of my energy into it. But at least you won't be fighting the cloak while attempting to shop around for the time being."[/color] He gave Kyreth a leveled look that appeared vaguely threatening though there was no real threat behind any of his words or actions. Ermes simply just wasn't good at expressing his emotions, leading to some mixed facial expressions at times. [Color=7b5d92]"Seems we're all heading to town. But I've got business to attend to alone."[/color] and with that he left.