[Clive was finishing the last preparations for the mission, though he currently stood away from his group. He was checking to make certain he had enough packages of powder and listened to the sentient needs of the three weapons that insisted on putting their impressions on him.
He reached up and adjusted his black hood and then arranged the red belts around his throat comfortably, all business. His cinnamon coloured eyes shifted to take in the sight of Elza, but he made no move otherwise to engage her. Was that someone following her?]
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He reached up and adjusted his black hood and then arranged the red belts around his throat comfortably, all business. His cinnamon coloured eyes shifted to take in the sight of Elza, but he made no move otherwise to engage her. Was that someone following her?]