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[b][u]Cuttersbury - Outskirts[/u][/b]
[i]"So, clue me in on something. What's with him? He reminds me of a teacher who used to scold me for not paying attention in class."[/i]

"I have no idea why," Moira spat with suprising venom. "He's a Guilder." Then without another word she stormed the couple of steps up behind her partner, and smacked him around the back of the head. She gave no explanation to him either, leaving the poor mage thoroughly confused and mildly dazed as she stomped back towards Quentin and Aria. "Looks like Lute might have some competition," she smirked in response to Aria as if nothing had even happened, her words loud enough for the virtusio to hear. And everyone for that matter.

Of course, she never thought of introducing [i]herself[/i]. Not that she was paying them any more mind, since the parrot was distracting her from them, or the incoming Jett. Cor! Something about how the bird almost sounded like it was trying to flirt was pretty funny, as far as she was concerned. "What sort of fancy-ass bird is this?" she asked. "They don't tend to try and chat people up, do they?" It was perhaps a good thing Lucien had left for a while, these two together would be a disaster.

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With Jett already losing attention, and calling him a seemingly random name at that, Syed found himself free once more to watch the others around him. And the two nearest in particular.

"Nah," Syed added in response to Trixie's question as he rubbed at the back of his head. "That would be one heck of a coincidence, won't it? That said, I have no idea how far they actually roam..." He put a finger to his lips in thought. "It sounds like too much of a stretch, though." Plus, how would they even know?

"Unless..." a cheeky grin spread across his face as he bent down a little. "Unless they have some little underground meeting place, and they discuss things. Like a secret base." He chuckled at the silly thought. It did a good job of putting him off his own nerves, at least. "Maybe they've got little wanted posters of us up," he held his hands out, as if to emphisise his thoughts.