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

Quentin's shades slid down his nose and his eyes scrutinized Marcus in momentary disbelief. Between Jett and himself, he was not sure who had made the more impressively embarrassing first impression, although he rather much hoped it was Jett. At least he had not been so obviously ham-handed about it.

"I, uh, sorry. I didn't mean to...er, yeah. Forgive me, it was my mistake. A, um, trick of the light," he said, internally chiding himself that he should have been able to come up with something better than that. Quentin regrouped and started again.

"I'm Quentin Theophilos Hobart, water mage of the local Guild, at your service! My mates call me Q. T. You know, 'cause Quentin Theophilos is a mouthful and it's like 'cutie.' Sort of a...play on words..."

His voice sputtered to a miserable halt as one sweeping glance around the room told him he was playing to a tough audience. Amazing how so many eyes and ears were fixated on a single sentence when the whole place had been a cacophony of chatter just moments ago. He pushed up his sunglasses and sighed when Moira jibed, "I guess Marcus kiiiinda looks like a lady if you [i]squint[/i]..."

"Okay, I made a mistake. It's fine. I made a mistake. The guy's a good-lookin' dude. It's a compliment! Go on and laugh at my stupidity. I'm harmless."

He made a quick look over Moira and then looked back at Marcus. "I was at least right about the mage thing, wasn't I? I figured only a mage would dress that way and show up in a Guild hall, friendliness of Cuttersbury aside."