<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">“As I said, Lucan, we won’t be going anywhere.” He said once more and shook his head. “Mr. Anders is needed at his shop, and I’m not about to stop what I’m doing so that I can help you.” Azzir instructed and took a deep breath. He then broke into detail of where he would be able to find his soon to be partner in crime at this time. Giving him the information that he would need not only to locate her but how also to stay out of trouble on the way there - the last thing that they needed was for this situation to become any more complicated.<br/><br/>When finally he had finished explaining everything that he needed too, he waved his hand towards Lucan and casually gestured towards the door, “Move swiftly Lucan, less your problem spreads and grows out of control.” He instructed before turning away and heading deeper into the shop. The tired man's body paused only after getting several paces away, and he looked over his shoulder, “And Lucan, see that such things don’t happen so publically again.” He finally replied to the commentary about this whole ordeal being rarer.<br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>-[End Scene]-<br/><br/></strong></span></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/></div>