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[b][u]Morris Outskirts[/b][/u]

Delilah watched the whole affair in amusement. Maybe she found the situation humorous because the man’s curt introduction irritated Lute, but whatever the reason was, nothing stopped the familiar from chortling at the white-haired swordsman who was trying to calm himself down bit by bit. “Hey Aria, I’m fine now,” Lute finally sighed and waited for the illusionist to let go of his arm. If all communication attempts with Eric ended up like this, he might just cry in anguish. He didn’t need the frustration; his hair was white enough as it is. 

“His niece is ‘kinda’ missing?” Lute inquired to nobody in particular, although his voice was loud enough for anybody nearby to hear. Ugh. “Well, come on, everyone,” He sighed, tilted his head towards the duo who had rushed off, and began to follow. 

Trixie fired off a volley of questions that were basically what Lute and maybe some of the other members of the Pride were about to ask. “We’re not sure if the circus has anything to do with it, of course,” Lute quickly amended the statements that the prankster said in an attempt to at least conceal that they were sleuthing, “And we’re definitely not going to use violence. As much as possible, everything must be solved via non-aggressive verbal trade.” The virtuoso sighed as he watched the girl wave her guns in the air. She really was enthusiastic. “If they’re really bad guys…” Lute glanced over his shoulder at the others, then redirected his gaze back to the front of the line, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, maybe?” He wasn’t good with procedure, and he knew that things don’t exactly go according to plan…

[i]"I was like 'but but but' and they were all 'DENIED!' Anyway - what I'm trying to say is - uh... I mean..."[/i]

“I think what Trixie is trying to say that our weapons make us look suspicious,” Lute said before smiling weakly. He still didn’t feel comfortable discussing details of the mission proper around a civilian, even if he had declared himself to be a family member of one of the missings. “So, what do we do?”