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Scarlet struggled to pay attention to Guanicus, she really tried, but soon enough she found herself distracted by the dragon head to her right. Its eyes glowed, and if wondered if like the goat it was alive. She cautious poked at it, snapping her hand away in shock as it growled and flared its nostrils. She quickly glanced to the front, checking to see if the old man was still droning. Her attention was captured at the words "steal, maim, and destroy."

She almost asked when they would fit things like bathing and and knife-sharpening into this busy schedule, but decided to stay quiet when Annalee spoke up. Scarlet smiled as the girl blushed and spoke so bashfully. It was so adorable to her. She shot her female contemporary a sympathetic look for her embarrassment. Her gaze lingered, mostly out of curiosity because it seemed strange for someone in this strange group to speak so lightly and innocently. She couldn't grasp how she thought the city was "fine." Scarlet had grown up here without much of a place to call home and thought the place was awful. People were assholes and if you didn't have some famous family crest or buckets of money, they didn't even bother looking at you.

These thoughts upset her and she absentminded popped out one of her wrist blades, her hands quivering as she shut her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Upon hearing Kier stand and applaud, she had to take another breath.

"No, you may not kill the rich boy right now. What would the others think?!?!" She mutter the words quietly under her breath and fingered the side of the blade. A few moments later, she was back to her bubbly self, totally forgetting her own momentary rage. Seeing that the mage's ranting was over, she jumped out of her seat and approached Annalee with a giant grin plastered across her face.

"Hi! I happened to notice that you're not a man and I was thinking to myself, cool! I'm not a man either! Would you like to be my best friend?" She held out a hand to shake, but drew it back as she realized her blade was sticking out and being so pointy. She moved her pinky with the ring that retracted the blade and presented the hand again.