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Michaline Walker
Her own playful smirk reached her lips as she replyed, "Oh, I'm sure it is. I wouldn't know, I've never had the opportunity to meet myself." They're hands stayed clasped longer han what was normal for a handshake, but Mic didn't seem to mind. Then, her red eyes sparkled playfull as she then said, "Now...this business of yours. It wouldn't happen to involve a tavern, would it? Because I for one, could really use a drink. A fight would be nice, but if I can't have that, then a drink would be the next best thing." She winked at him. Michaline knew ow to handle herself, and wasn't afraid to show it.

Vincent Hawke
Vincent smiled gently. "You mustn't think of yourself like that. You're not a slave, you're my partner. We don't have to always be around one another, though the stronger our Bond, the more painful it is emotionaly to be apart. You don't have to do what I say, and I don't, and never will, order you around. That's not how it works." He whistled, and Ivory came trotting up. He mounted her, and then held out his hand for Zenias. "I do agree, we should get to the town quickly. We can discuss our options tomorrow morning."