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District Beta]

"Where? Well, this might seem odd but as I went down to Delta for a rat-hunt I visited a rather esteemed clinic there." Etzel said idly, unaware of Amon's troubled brooding. "The woman that ran the clinic had somebody run in and suddenly collapse on the floor." She asked me to treat him, and of course I did. Not just because he was in need of help, but it was odd for him to be in Delta- he wore clothes more befitting a resident of Beta or Alpha. He had a very dilute poison similar to your case, but the main differences would most likely be how slow it acted. I had enough time to stabilize him and form an antidote. The poison that brought the Marquis down must have been less viscous or the agents in the poison must have been stimulated. Either way, I had duties to attend to myself so I left him in the care of the woman that owns the clinic. Whether the victim of the poisoning is still alive or at the clinic is a mystery to me." He paused.

"Her name is Pandora Elling, owner in the southern district where the most accidents regarding industrial equipment occur. Incidentally, that is where the highest concentration of strong rats breed, providing excellent subjects for experiments. It's not like I'm allowed to work on humans themselves, no. I must settle for something plentiful. A pity the apes down at the laboratories don't breed quickly, otherwise I'd be buying subjects off them. Hmm. Maybe I could. Start my own little ape family and take some for experimentation... Yes... when the occasion is important... That would be excellent." He trailed off, completely forgetting Amon was there. He stood up, still idly tapping the syringe tip with his finger and moving over to the cage of snarling rats. They always bore witness to what happened to their brothers, and for some reason they just got even angrier and desperate. Which was good. Etzel needed subjects that would try and fight back at whatever foreign substance he gave them. Force feeding tablets was the worst.

He suddenly remembered that Amon was there. "Anyways," He offered "I have no other information to give you. I'm not sure whether those two incidents are related. Seeing as though the poison exhibits the same characteristics and symptoms, they have an extremely different span of time for the poison to take effect. Most of the suspected poisons I listed to you take effect almost immediately, while the toxin I treated had a much slower rate- to the point where I was able to counteract it while keeping the patient relatively stable."

He paused. "Will that be all?"

The Facility: Dungeon

To be honest, the young noble didn't have too much to do. He was always on top of his work, finishing it before it really piled up. This left him with much free time, hence the time to make frequent trips down to Delta and Gamma. He agreed to follow the Princess and her escort down to the facility to visit the suspect of Goldwater's assassination. There was a reason to this, because the case of Goldwater related directly to his party. The loss of the public face was certainly an event to be taken seriously.

However, the suspect didn't seem to match the description at all... at first. As he observed quietly, he took immediate note of the strong scent of alcohol. A drunkard usually didn't have the motor skills or awareness to slip past guards and other forms of security. The second thing he noticed was his reaction to Loki's behavior. This was certainly unlike the stereotypical drunkard. As he realized that the man figured out the person he was trying to reach, he fell back into an easy speech.

The third thing he took note of was what he said. "You look just like her" must have been referring to the Queen (if "you aren't the Queen" wasn't obvious enough). There was no way he would have saw the Queen unless he was crazy, or the Queen herself made forays into Delta or Gamma. There were other options, but they were so improbable that he put them to the back of his head. Then he heard names that he didn't recognize. This was alarming, because a noble was almost expected to know the identity of everybody within Alpha. Somebody who associated with royalty, yet remained unknown to public face. This was something to take note of.

The man's small speech gave much information, though he couldn't pin it down due to his lack of knowledge. Who was Amon? He had heard the name before, but information regarding this person was so shady that none of it could be depicted as fact. He was this "Amon"'s favorite dog. A worker? Perhaps an apprentice? Finally, his last words: Regarding the Princess's age. Old enough to know about what, exactly? There were many things hidden because of age- even in the relatively old ranges. Old enough to know who? Was it a hidden guild? One not put to publicity or general knowledge? Perhaps, Amon and this man Eos were connected in this group. After all, he used the pronoun "we".

Slowly, he thought about what he heard about Amon. Some said he was a shadow, that he was the leader of the Guild.

The Guild was a group of Assassins. The most powerful Guild. It was fairly well known, due to it's influence as the police force of Revelation.

Caelin's eyes lit up as he came to his conclusion. This man was quite possibly an agent for the Assassins. Perhaps not an assassin himself, but there were many branches an agent can fulfill. Information, Espionage, Sabotage. Those were jobs an anonymous civilian could easily employ better than a Assassin. He said nothing, as it would break the flow of information to the perceptive noble.