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[B][U]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala - Basement[/b][/u]

Amy's brows contorted as Dylan spoke. She may have been a bit too drunk for any proper investigations or exploration, but Dylan's outward hate for this man was beginning to bug even her at this state. While she knew a hefty amount of pigs she could make similar comments about, she never knew Dylan to be that type of person. Yes he had his freak-out moments, but she never thought there'd be another person in the Pride with nearly as much irrational hate towards someone or anyone, as much as she had.

Because of this momentary distraught, the light within her gem flickered a few times to match her dizzying focus, though it brightened steadily again once she caught herself. She coughed. "I'll lead us out of here, then." No longer wanting to wait around any longer, Amy eased her way back to the basement entrance (using the walls as her guide) and led what remained of the Pride out of the room.

With the door of the parlor room upstairs wide open, the screams and shouts going on were easily audible once Amy and co reached the dance floor again. Not that it bugged the cleric. They made their way back towards the tables outlining the bar room, and once Tobias was back in sight Amy stopped walking. She twisted her lips, and held her gem so that both parties were equally visible to one another. But like hell she was going to be the one to speak to him. Or to anyone else, for that matter. She eyed the guests that stood by, too illuminated by her gem, as the spoke to one another in hushed voices and looked back to the Pride warily. From the onset it seemed like none of them were aware of what was going on either.