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<blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1770044" data-attributes="member: 13681">Whistler freezes almost imperceptibly as Vallen's eyes register the ruin of his wings. He relaxes as the flash of curiosity on her face is stifled. He listens politely to the woman, his eyes making their harsh, unblinking contact. He lifts his head to keep tabs on the crew and spots Gabriel moving past Brahnz.&nbsp;The man's posture is tense and Whistler picks up that tension by reflex. He bristles with readiness and alertness. He looks down at Vallen, a flicker of apology on his face, but all he says is, &quot;Yes, maam. She is. If you'll excuse me a moment.&quot; He tugs the brim of his hat and is gone in a swirl of gray long-coat and clinking mail. A white feather, crumpled and twisted, floats miserably on the breeze in front of Vallen's face.&nbsp;Whistler threads through the crowd and up to Brahnz, &quot;Go get Tzzecct.&quot; He smiles crookedly as Lupe' trots up, prize dangling from grinning jaws. The Marshall's head comes up, brow furrowed, &quot;Ezra too.&quot; &nbsp;He moves on again, mouth tightening as he passes where Semm broods after his victory over the other great orc. Whistler tries to quickly cover the ground between him and Tzzecct with his long-legged strides. &quot;What is i--&quot; he breaks off as he sees the two figures skulking away. Without thought his right hand checks the draw of his elven blade and Smoke. &quot;Don't let them out of your sight. I'll send Tzzecct after you.&quot; &nbsp;He turns his eyes back on the gathering... Now are they sneaking away to do something or have they done something already... He quiets his mind and scans the crowd, eyes roving and unfocused looking for anything out of place.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sparky, post: 1770044, member: 13681"] [size=2]Whistler freezes almost imperceptibly as Vallen's eyes register the ruin of his wings. He relaxes as the flash of curiosity on her face is stifled. He listens politely to the woman, his eyes making their harsh, unblinking contact. He lifts his head to keep tabs on the crew and spots Gabriel moving past Brahnz. The man's posture is tense and Whistler picks up that tension by reflex. He bristles with readiness and alertness. He looks down at Vallen, a flicker of apology on his face, but all he says is, [color=silver]"Yes, maam. She is. If you'll excuse me a moment."[/color] He tugs the brim of his hat and is gone in a swirl of gray long-coat and clinking mail. A white feather, crumpled and twisted, floats miserably on the breeze in front of Vallen's face. Whistler threads through the crowd and up to Brahnz, [color=silver]"Go get Tzzecct."[/color] He smiles crookedly as Lupe' trots up, prize dangling from grinning jaws. The Marshall's head comes up, brow furrowed, [color=silver]"Ezra too."[/color] He moves on again, mouth tightening as he passes where Semm broods after his victory over the other great orc. Whistler tries to quickly cover the ground between him and Tzzecct with his long-legged strides. [color=silver]"What is i--"[/color] he breaks off as he sees the two figures skulking away. Without thought his right hand checks the draw of his elven blade and Smoke. [color=silver]"Don't let them out of your sight. I'll send Tzzecct after you." [/color] He turns his eyes back on the gathering... [i][color=gray]Now are they sneaking away to [b]do [/b]something or have they done something [b]already[/b]...[/color][/i] He quiets his mind and scans the crowd, eyes roving and unfocused looking for anything out of place.[/size] [/QUOTE]

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