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[b][u]Cuttersbury[/u][/b]
Much like Morris, Cuttersbury was yet another small rural town - although while Morris mostly made it's name in traditional agriculture, Cuttersbury was known for it's lumberjacking. It was nationally praised for it's ability to balance the two contrasting elements of industry and nature, creating good quality, sustainable wood with minimal expense to nature itself. Indeed, on the way they could see the rows of new trees painstakingly planted and lovingly cared for in the loggers' wake.

Moira didn't give a toss about this.

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"Gah!" She threw her arms up in the air, her heels clicking against the smooth cobbled road of the town itself. The midday sun shone down on them all, making the journey a little more on the warm side than anybody really preferred. "Where is it?! That woman said it'd be here!" She scowled fiercely, putting her hands on her armored hips.

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"Moira," her teathered partner stood a little behind her, a small smile on his face. He had become a little quieter since Lucien's departure, although he was doing his best to stay cheerful for the others' sake. "She said left." He thumbed behind him, to where other members of the Pride were already headed. Indeed, the berserker had turned [i]right[/i]. She looked a little angrier rather than embarrassed.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know, what with how she was mumbling! How did anyone hear that?!" she complained, turning around to follow the others. "And this place is a bloody maze!" Syed simply patted her shoulder wordlessly, having neither the heart nor the want for a smack to tell her how she was wrong. He began to explain how holding your hands out before you helped or some similar elementary school nonsense. She ignored him. They were here!

[b][u]Cuttersbury Guild[/u][/b]
A small wooden building stood before them, unremarkable in every way from the pub next door were it not for the sign that hung over it. The doors opened with a jingle at the hand of one of the other members of the Pride, revealing a similarly small room within, with a spiral staircase to the residence upstairs somehow crammed into the already tight space. On top of the table, deceptively comfy chairs, the water cooler and the bookshelves which lined nearly every wall... there was very little room to maneuver. A notice board was hung on the one clear wall, displaying a whole two missions - one with a Guilder's mark on it already. Not entirely suprising, considering the size of the Guild itself.

Crashing and banging came from behind the secretary's desk, although all they could see was somebody's butt wiggling above the desk as they fought with all the clutter stashed in the tiny space behind it. The owner of the backside was male, judging by his voice. He would occassionally throw pens or sheets of paper over his shoulder, hitting anyone unfortunate enough to be in their path. "Where is it... where is it... where is it?!" his voice carried over the noise.

"Where's the bloody bar?!" Moira exclaimed with profound dissapointment, looking towards Amy and Aria. Meanwhile Syed took his time to look around the room as he poked his head through the door. Suprisingly for it's size there were more people than just the flustered secretary in here, including...

A large, dorky grin spread at the sight of the familiar face.