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Amon watched Loki's visitors file in, one by one, admittedly quite surprised that there was such a variety. In some senses, if all of these people were needed to solve it, Goldwater's murder had been as close to the perfect crime as one could commit within the bounds of the city. Very few people would have the willingness and knowledge to consult such varied parties in their search for the answers.

There was of course Etzel, who Amon had summoned to both explain the poisoning agent they were likely looking at as well as contribute to any discussions of purchases made from Taylor Chemicals or suspicious activity in Marchfield. The latter, he gathered, was what the scientist was doing here. He was mildly interested by this, as Loki rarely gave scientists the time of day due to their (oftentimes) "long-winded and inefficient natures." He supposed she'd picked one she could deal with, or one that would keep his mouth shut.

Lord Taylor was in attendance as well, but the next group he had to admit he had not quite been expecting. Miss Elling herself was not exactly what he expected a respected Delta healer t look like. For one, she was a good deal... younger than he was expecting. But that wasn't even it, not really. It was the fact that she seemed so very... bright. Amon had met a number of mages, and without fail they were bitter or at the very least discontent. This ash-haired wisp of a woman seemed happier than she had any cause to be.

Behind her filed in a youth of in Amon's estimation not yet two decades. He looked much like a Delta denizen as well, and he stuck rather close to Pandora, leading him to believe that they were acquainted. He seemed inclined to take everything in with fascination, and perhaps more than a little wariness, much as a thief caught in a larder, or perhaps just a child where he well-knew he was forbidden to be. Strangely, the lad left a seat between himself and the young lady, and Amon's eyes instinctively flicked towards the door, following the man who entered with a hawk-like intensity.

He leveled the briefest of looks at Loki, whose expression informed him in no uncertain terms that she had not planned for this. Good; it would have been foolish to do so. Eos knew only half the truth, and that half was more than enough that it was quite likely he would-

Amon vacated his chair quickly, as the one Eos had thrown flew in his direction. Sighing inwardly, he caught it and set it down again, not having much desire to see the room destroyed. His former pupil's foot followed, but the Guildmaster simply was not there when it landed. The man had spent a lifetime perfecting his art, and had never once permitted himself to fall out of practice. Eos, from what he had gathered, spent much of his time in an intoxicated state, picking fights with sons of Beta that could no better wield a blade than the average Guild recruit.

"Come now, Eos, surely you see the futility of this?" he questioned, circling the man where he had landed. The truth of the matter was, Amon had both hoped for and dreaded this particular meeting, and it could not have come at a more inopportune moment. There were the other people in the room to be considered, after all, and the information he had hoped to give the former Hand was not something he wished to make common knowledge of. He did not draw his sword for two reasons: first, he did not wish to kill the very same person he had worked so hard to set free, and second, he didn't need it to pose a significant threat.

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Loki hadn't really needed to wait for the flying chair to guess what would happen. Eos had nearly strangled her for resembling her mother, and she doubted that hatred was one-tenth what he felt for Amon. Still, when the fight did begin, she pinched the bride of her nose with a weariness she disliked showing, and turned to the others. "I advise you not to move." Despite the tone, it was very clearly an order, save to Taylor, who was free to interpret it as a request, and the Assassin-doctor, who worked for Amon, not herself.

They were still one short, and Loki was concerned that Scheherazade wasn't going to show up. If she'd really been casing the residence next door to the place the murder had occurred at almost exactly the same time, she had to have seen something useful, but the princess needed her to attend here in order to better understand what questions to ask of her. There was also the matter of who she was- but no. It would be beyond even what Loki was willing to do to use her in that way. Not now, at any rate.

She turned her attention back to the confrontation. Not even she was privy to the full version of the tale that had transpired between the two men, though she had been told enough to know that not all was what it seemed in this respect. She just hoped whatever happened, they'd get it over with, and soon. There was a city at large to be considered, and she had no desire to waste anyone else's time, besides.