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[b][u] Cuttersbury: Guild [/b][/u]

Cuttersbury was pretty as a picture, and it actually reminded Lute of the woodlands surrounding Thaum. If he didn’t mind Delilah complaining about how the incessant chirping of birds and the hum of the wind rushing through the trees would eventually drive her insane, the walk to the town proper was relaxing and idyllic. “I haven’t been outside of Thaum, to be honest. It’s my sister who gets to travel around a lot,” The virtuoso replied to Estelle’s question as he relaxed his shoulders. Thanks to Amy’s magic, the pain in his wound had lessened and it was healing nicely, though he knew that if he wanted to be able to continue using that arm he would have to give up strenuous activities for a while… Say like arm wrestling with Moira, though that was probably stretching the limits since that was borderline losing a limb. Speaking of loss, the way things turned out with the circus... "Ugh, I shouldn't think about that now," Lute murmured in an indiscernible volume and he pushed away the memories from his mind. What happened- the overall failure to keep damage to a minimum, the wounded civilians- was all very unpleasant to recall.

They soon arrived at the Guild and the first thing Lute noticed was how packed the place seemed to be. Asides from the appearance that everything was made out of wood, there was just so many things crammed inside the room that he almost felt suffocated. The virtuoso wasn’t claustrophobic on any accounts, but the thought of being squished together with other people in such a small space and exchanging body oils and liquids- [i][b]ack[/i][/b]. He shuddered and shimmied away from the others as they poured inside the waiting area. Since there wasn’t much to look at in his position, Lute’s eyes found themselves wandering over to a wiggling… thing that was raised in the air. He squinted. What in the golden potato’s name is…

Oh. Oh my. The virtuoso turned pink and glanced away immediately. “Ugh,” He exclaimed under his breath, willing himself to keep from wondering how he didn’t even realize that the butt was a butt in the first place, when a commotion in front of the group drew his attention. Before he even knew what was happening, an unfamiliar- and plenty easy on the eyes, said Delilah- man waded through the Pride and gave Lute, then Aria, a hearty hug. The virtuoso was frozen to the spot for a few moments, his mouth hanging open as he considered the stranger in front of him. He… didn’t know this man, did he? Was he a customer at The Red Parasol? Was he one of Ruana’s suitors? Well, he wouldn’t embrace Lute for no particular reason, right!? “Hey Aria, do you know him?” The virtuoso mumbled to his friend and elbowed her gently when the dude hovered away. 

However, the confusion was quickly cleared up and Lute realized that the man was an acquaintance of the others. “Greetings, my name is Lute Aiseeeee- ah ah- ahchoo!” Lute suppressed the sneeze and ended up with a small squeaking sound instead of a full blown snort, and he rubbed his noise before balefully looking around. Agh, dust! “Lute Aiseirigh. Hello,” He added and nodded at the guy and towards the direction of his companion.