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

“Waaaa, Ari, nooo, let me goooo!” Estelle whined after the illusionist managed to come inbetween her and Amy, to break apart the swordswoman’s grip on the cleric’s arm and pull her away, her feet dragging along the floor. Aria was surprised by just how much strength Estelle ended up demonstrating as she did, but it quickly waned and dissipated into nothing after Aria began to lecture Estelle on how it might be a good idea for Amy and Marcus not to join them, in order to investigate outside of the circus. Estelle didn’t like it at first, but she could, begrudgingly, see the wisdom in the idea, and finally gave up. 

“Fiiiine,” Estelle folded her arms across her chest and swished her head to the side in a remarkably immature fashion. “I guess it’s a good thing we still have a couple of those communicators from Aliquam. If something happens at the circus or with you guys, we can get in contact easily enough.”

“Just so long as you don’t break them again, Estelle,” Marcus laughed, to a reddening Estelle. “H-hey! I’m not gonna touch it this time! Hmph!”

Estelle sighed, finally calming herself down, as she watched Lute and Lucien try to do the same for Trixie. Upon seeing their efforts, she couldn’t resist to do the same too, and walked over to Trixie and patted her on the shoulder. “Yeah, it’ll be fine, Trixie! Like Marcus and Aria have said, we can cover more ground this way! …so long as they’re not sitting in the Guild all day.” She flashed a serious glare towards Marcus, who sighed and shook his head. 

“Anyway… I think it’s about time we should go, right?”

The man at the bar continued to silently watch the Pride, his mouth occassionally slurping his milk float through his straw.