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

“It’s not a problem,” Lute smiled back at the secretary. If the Guild in Morris was as understaffed as she said it was, then it was their duty to extend a helping hand on any of the available missions. Asides from that, he personally thought that even if the circus may have no connection to the disappearances, it was better to weed out anything suspect before more people go missing. Oh and they’ve been offered an incentive. The situation with Rize and Kara had been explained in passing by Estelle, so Lute knew just how important that information was for the Pride. He momentarily glanced over at the swordswoman who emerged from the bathroom and nodded, ready to go. 
But wait, is she okay? Surely there must have been leftover … [i]smells[/i] left in the lavatory from the previous user… Lute scrunched up his nose then shook his head. He wasn’t going to continue that train of thought.

However, it seemed like Amy wasn’t too keen on visiting the circus. 

The virtuoso followed after Trixie since he guessed by know that it wasn’t good to bug the cleric when she isn’t in a good mood (or even when she is); Moira and Estelle soon joined in coaxing Amy to come with them, which made Lute worry. Usually when people say they want to be left alone, they mean it… “Hey Trixie, maybe miss Amy needs a break too, you know?” Sure, she mentioned bad blood but it was also a good opportunity to take a breather. “Come on, there’s bad guys to investigate,” He added weakly as Aria dragged away a persistent Estelle. 

“Lucien, come here and help me!” Now would be a good time for one of his puns. Without actually waiting for the summoner to come over, Lute gently prodded Trixie away from the cleric and towards the direction of the other members of the Pride, although it was really up to the girl whether she would let go or not. “So, um… I too think we shouldn’t force miss Amy to come with us if she doesn’t want to, but…” The virtuoso shrugged and stepped back from the limelight. Ah well, whatever. If they were going to leave, he’d follow.