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[b][u]Morris: Streets[/u][/b]

It was a beautiful, peaceful day in the town of Morris, a tranquil serene quiet filling enveloping the quaint rural town. A peaceful quiet that was about to be predictably punctured. 

“Oh c’mon, Marcus, just oneee! They wouldn’t miss [i]one[/i] little tomato!”

Being dragged kicking and thrashing halfway off the fence to one of Morris’ vegetable allotments, Estelle struggled in vain as Marcus, with a hefty sigh, pulled her away. He shook his head in absolute disbelief, unable to believe his partner’s attitude especially in comparison to what they had left behind back in Aliquam. Estelle should have known better. One small little tomato it may be, however theft was still theft. 

“Come now, Estelle,” Marcus began to discipline. “We can buy you some later. You don’t have to steal.”

“But they looked so plump and juicy… .°(ಗдಗ。)°.” Estelle whined.

Upon being pulled a satisfactory distance away from the vegetable patch, Marcus let go of her to follow in step along with the others, as they too enjoyed their peaceful walk throughout the village, and towards the local Guild. His ears perked up upon hearing Trixie and Amy’s conversation in front of a wall of flyers, saying nothing but watching keenly, as he did to all his friends, as Amy similarly dragged Trixie to the way he had Estelle, away from the flyers. Flyers for a nearby circus, written in a gaudily extravagant font and adorned with many fantastic photographs. Marcus looked at the flyers briefly before refocusing his steps towards the Guild. 

[b][u]Morris: Guild[/u][/b]

"Hey Leader, you might want to look at this." Xan called to Estelle, who cooed with interest and excitement at the homely interior of Morris’ Guild. Her eyes darted to Xandra, and she followed her, Lucien, Trixie and Lute to the mission board, and the plastering of sheets listing a number of people missing. Estelle’s eyes lit up frantically, and she began to rifle through them all, however there were no papers put up for either Rize or Kara. The swordswoman frowned. It was likely a coincidence, but what if it was related…?

“That’s a lot, isn’t it?” Lute observed. “Tsk… I’m getting emotionally invested,”

Estelle frowned, and then gave a brief nod. The idea of missing people wasn’t one that was comfortable. Not when she remembered Rize and Kara, or the women of Los Paraisos. That was far too many people to be comfortable wit-

"Oh... HEY! LADY!" Moira’s shout interrupted Estelle and everyone else’s thoughts. Marcus had taken a seat by one of the Guild’s few tables, lifting his head up with curiosity… and then flabbergasted bewilderment at what he saw next. Moira and Syed were by the Guild reception, with Moira shouting towards the purple haired woman at the other end. And Estelle… again…

[i]“Auntie Ocelot?!”[/i] Estelle screeched, running from the mission board to then proceed trying to climb over the desk and assault the Guild secretary with a hug. Marcus simply couldn’t believe his eyes. 

It appeared as though today Estelle was going to be in a climbing mood.