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Titles: Prime, Prime - Mundane - ed1c24

Hwicce shrugged. [color=ed1c24]"Let's see what good comes from that then."[/color] He didn't say anything about [b]Freyic[/b]'s request, only mirrored [b]Marcus[/b]' own reaction; a single eyebrow raised momentarily. He would let the woman herself deal with it. And, following behind [b]Elora[/b], the mercenary would put on his best impression as she began talking with the 'guards': a wide smile on his lips and one of his hands hidden behind his back, gripping the handle of one of his throwing knives, [i]just in case[/i].