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The young nobleman smiled slightly at Amon's response. it was a matter of pride- asking for help of any kind is viewed as a sign of weakness in the court unless the situation changes the meaning. He had the money, and the power- if he wasn't able to control this without help he would be viewed as young as well as powerless. A more cynical excuse was that Taylor hated the current situation of Revelation- and quite honestly if he wasn't able to start a change he didn't want to be living on the floating city any longer. His frequent trips and attempts to restore the slums of Delta and Gamma has left imprints of starved faces going about business like autonomous shells. To be honest, they haunted the young man. If this disease was the result of his mingling among the sharp toxins of Delta, he would gladly suffer what effects it may have to have a general idea of how they lived. It aided speech making, and made his honesty more apparent when dealing with Parliament- the mass of ignorant fools that deals with fallacies and self-interest. He debated going to Loki and canceling the search for a heir- one mistake and the child would grow up to be just like one of them. He'd rather all his fortune go back to the throne.

"I will be at the palace tonight. Thank you for your message, Sir Gregory." He replied when the Guildmaster relayed the Princess' message to him. He was only a small pawn, despite his status. He had no intention of knowing the details behind Goldwater's death, unless it helped him dig out more information regarding the poison used to assassinate the man. At this point, Taylor was fairly sure that he didn't need to know anymore.

Gregory exited without a sound- impressive because the door really needed a new oiling on the hinges. He debated whether he should express his concerns about his life to the Princess. At this point, he couldn't divulge this information- it would only show to weaken his already small voice. He needed it to back the Princess in parliament when she decided to run for a seat. If she could secure a seat, no doubt she'll be able to learn the ways of the politician- and Taylor could relax. He wiped the bodily fluid off the desk and turned to look out the window to a gray chemical factory. The sad thing was for the poor noble was that he resigned himself to fact that he was going to die soon. He should begin writing some sort of will so his workers get reimbursement. With his death, Taylor Chemicals would drop and people would be laid off for a short while.

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The syringes he hid on his body remained unfound as the guards regarded the masked doctor curiously. He shouldn't have gotten in this easily, but he was fairly certain Amon might have had something to do with this. Unless, of course, the man wanted him dead. Suddenly, the paranoid doctor began looking around for spots to avoid, escape routes, and debated hotly whether to test any food offered to him for poisons. Out loud, of course.

As the others might have grew to realize this man may not be altogether in the head, Etzel moved over to a indistinct area of the room where he had a clear view of the happenings. The princess sat, and he recognized Amon to her left. As he looked around, he noticed Pandora Elling, the strange beggar, and a kid enter the room. Strange- the invited residents of Delta to something like this? He was about to go down and harass the beggar for touching his mask, but decided better of it. He still hadn't figured out a nice escape route if Amon suddenly called an arrow storm on his position. First, he would duck behind the pillar to his left, and possibly kill a pursuing assassin attempting to finish off the weakened target. What next? He would be pinned down by archers. He talked to nobody but himself, but the rather sparse area provided him with some space in which to act insane without much outside knowledge. The tinted lens hid his eye movement as he observed each attendee for potential weapons. He noted that a rather gaunt-looking nobleman carried an epieu not-so-subtly.

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The gathering was rather calm, and in quite a small place when regarding the size of the palace itself. He didn't question Loki, nor did he approach her- after all, the one time he met her was in private. However, if he caught her eye he would blink slowly, then walk away. He made sure he had taken a dose of his poultice before leaving for the palace, and he had his canteen completely filled before he had arrived. Gilgamesh was present, but he ignored him. Unless he was speaking, there was no reason to confront the man.

He quickly took a seat and tried to look inconspicuous. Even in the palace, which was supposedly warmer he felt rather chilled. There were few people, and he recognized very few of them himself.