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

Marcus watched the rest of his teammates with silent interest, lifting up his as he heard the rest of the Pride and Lady exchange information and questions. Marcus wasn’t entirely positive on Lady’s suspicions, or how she came to the conclusion that the circus might be at fault if her son had gone missing, especially considering the knowledge he travelled a lot. If the circus had been a local attraction for as long as it had, but the state of disappearances was something only recent, then it would seem to suggest the circus might not be behind, unless for some reason they would have need to. But what, was something Marcus couldn’t begin to guess. 

He didn’t say anything, merely watching his companions’ reactions. Regardless of what the case might be or the likelihood behind it, they would still need to inspect the circus and see if they could find any clues from that. He only hoped that his friends might go to the circus with a broad mind in tow and not automatically jump to the conclusion of judging them guilty before the facts became clear. It was quite possible that the circus did have something to do with it. Or it could be just as likely completely unrelated and that there was another party involved altogether. It was simply too early to say. 

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“C’mon!” Estelle’s voice echoed throughout the Guild as the door to the lavatory slammed open once again with the telltale sound of it flushing ringing from behind. She stalked across the Guild floor towards the exit, eyes fixed with a determined stare. She didn’t wait to say or ask anything more, already believing that she had wasted enough of their time with that break already. “Let’s go bust up some bad guys!” Her fists smacked together. 

Marcus sighed.

The man at the bar simply watched the rest of the Guild and the conversation between the pretty secretary and the younger Guilders with an absent minded looking expression, with his head rest on a hand supported with his elbow on the bar top. Sitting next to Amy, he said nothing, simply looking beyond her to the other people. Without breaking his gaze, his hand reached for the straw to his milk float and brought it to his mouth. He then took a loud slurp of it, before pushing the straw away again.