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[center][h1][color=Crimson]Baldur[/color][/h1][/center]
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As the fox's attention returned to his young ward, Baldur's attention turned to last night's liquored-up showman, having returned for a morning encore. Either he drank so much he woke up still inebriated, or this was simply the way he acted normally. The latter sounded far less safe, and far less appealing for Baldur's ears. When his gaze returned to the group, he could see that the waiter boy had arrived. Judging by his cadence and the way he spoke, Baldur surmised he was the one leading this group on their expedition up the tower. His gaze returned to the fox-man, who had returned his in kind. Well, he had already been spotted by one of them, so he might as well make up his mind.

He smirked at Inari's distrustful glare and rose to his feet from the chair.  [color=Crimson]"A moment."[/color] He spoke aloud as the group individually announced their intent to leave. He looked up from the brim of his hat, eyeing each of them. [color=Crimson]"You intend to all climb the Tower together, yes? Your group looks to be in desperate need of a good sword arm."[/color] At this, he shifted his cloak, revealing the exotic-looking longsword belted at his left. [color=Crimson]"I offer mine, should you feel the need for it."[/color]