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[h2][color=#fcba03]Callum Prosser[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#fcba03]"Oh, good, you [i]did[/i] manage to keep out of the way of all...that..."[/color]

If he was relieved at seeing that Anabel hadn't gotten hurt during the fight, any recognition of that relief went away as his tone shifted into a dubious rise at seeing her [i]reaction.[/i] Seeing the girl worried almost to tears, after how she'd dealt with nearly getting kidnapped or speaking face to face with the queen, was about as far from his expectation as could be possible. [color=#fcba03]"Yes, well, you know how it is. The queen asks, we have to follow. I'm sure you would've been more excited by everything down there."[/color]

Leaning the now-sheathed sword against his legs on the deck, he finally pulled off the necklace that had been placed on his neck, the pearls and mother-of-pearl shells gleaming in the sunlight. [color=#fcba03]"Would you like this?"[/color] he asked, holding it towards the short girl. Easier just to push on ahead than to keep wondering why she was getting so worked up when she'd barely known him for more than a week. [color=#fcba03]"It's not really my sort of thing, anyways—I'm more interested in what I just heard Vulluin saying. Raiden couldn't manage to run this time, eh?"[/color]