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The assassin, alert as always, was aware that the two deo’iel were tense at the idea of Blue’s death and the Fixer’s involvement in that. For such high-ranked members of the organization that he did inspire himself to be a part of until his contract with the Grand Master was signed, this did make him feel uneasy. He questioned himself about whether he should have spoken about what had happened earlier to them, doubting bringing up the subject altogether. He was startled when the demonspawn looked at each other in unison before they shifted their gaze towards him. Whether it was their mirror-like eyes or not, he knew that both of them were staring at him. A shiver ran up his spine, his inner being in turmoil as a result of the uneasiness.

The expression on the blue-haired demonspawn puzzled him a fair bit, the mixture of both fear and a sense of awe about the words he had said a moment ago. However, when they spoke to him again, their voices were lowered. He noticed the tremble in the revealed deo’iel as she asked him… [i]She wants to speak to us in private?[/i] he thought, finding it weird that they suggested something like that. However, when both of them spoke directly towards him, such an offer was understandable. The masked deo’iel’s words had an impact on him. [i]That’s why there are not a lot of people that know or speak of his name…[/i] He figured that men that have signed a contract were to be left untouched, so the other two? That reason was still shaky to him, though he will ponder on those thoughts over the course of the next few days. But for now, he would certainly take up that offer. For everyone in the tavern’s sake.

The penin looked at him and spoke about getting a drink. [i]Now is not the time to get some luxuries before we talk to the members of the deo’iel![/i] he thought, annoyed at the penin’s such requests. The smile took the edge off his annoyance, but only just. It was then that he made a decision to a question that has probably been on their minds: he will be in charge of this rag-tag group. He would rather be working alone, but he felt that their paths were now intertwined towards a destiny that he does not know of. At least, that’s what he thinks. “Fine,” he commented, acknowledging that he heard I’on. He then turned to the deo’iel, “… but once you get your drink, we’ll talk in private.”