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Septimus keeps walking

Septimus, after watching Ganontine chase after Master Willdu, scans the room in order to take inventory of those still present. While not everyone was able-bodied it seemed, Septimus walked over to retrieve his knives, looking over at the entry way. Should they get going?

Septimus had been considering sampling some of the food that he had yet to touch when the noises from outside their gathering erupted. "Hmph, so it seems," he mutters aloud, echoing Agmire's observation while mentally preparing himself for a scrap. Unfortunately for Septimus, he had already...

Septimus nods to the tune of Ganondorf's tune behind the casino. It painted the man in a more diplomatic light than he expected. "Very, very interesting-" Septimus replies after a long silence, only to be interrupted by the events unfolding before him. Noticing the sword, Septimus threw three...

Septimus still had yet to touch his food, but he intended on reciprocating the respect that Ganondorf so desired, at least as far as the dinner was concerned. The impending battle would likely be another story, but this in itself remained to be seen. "In any case," Septimus carries in his...

Septimus's face droops into a frown as a result of his previous questions seemingly have been brushed off. His dejected, but composed state is only reverted by the sudden entrance of Ashar, whose bravado nearly causes Septimus to jump from his chair. He would have hurt himself if it weren't for...

Septimus interrupts the flow of the conversation with a superfluous question. "Say, I am curious about something," he turns his attention to Ganon. "Would you mind telling me a bit about your gambling den? It is quite...lavish, to say the least." If there was any royal quality Septimus retained...

Septimus had not spoken much since they armed up awhile back, but he had been shadowing the party simply observing the world around them, learning about his party members at the bar, and now here they were, face-to-face of what appeared to be this world's Ganondorf. Septimus sensed the rage from...

Septimus takes notes on his head regarding their contact. An interesting individual to say the least. It was a customary mode of operation for Septimus: only talk when necessary. Luckily, with a man like Mr. Brann around, the talking part could easily fall into his lap. Inner monologue jokes...

Septimus holds his chin, having heard Mr. Brann's miniature speech detailing a different kind of plan. He, after a moment of evaluation, nods in agreement. That made sense; that's why he was the boss!

After a few moments of silence, Septimus replies in a hushed voice with the following: "There might be one thing in my bag of tricks. Stealth rune circles; although I admit they are not particularly potent in comparison to the other ones I utilize. Still, they just might keep us under the...

"Hmm," Septimus nods, walking over to the back of the group to think of any solutions. He was unsure as to whether any of his runes would have any effect here.

"That, I do not," Septimus nods. "I don't suppose...that your contact was referring to something in the strange placr? There must have been some sort of reason we found ourselves here. Perhaps this land's version of the Woods is, something else?" It takes Septimus a while to drum up those...

Settings returns to his senses in the isolated alley, giving him time to adjust. It was a shame he did not pick up on the wallmaster; he could have done something. More worrying still, was the fact that it seemed to be aligned with those guards. "Hmm," Septimus notes aloud. "Did your contact...

Septimus pays no mind to the unfolding situation. He may have talked a big game regarding this quest back in Castle Town, but this....was virtually inconceivable! What was all this. The whites of his eyes can be seen, his ordinary stoic demeanor virtually broken.

It was perhaps very creepy, but once Mr. Will Brann finished his preparations, Septimus followed behind closely without a word, simply making observations and noting important dialogue. The job, whatever it was going to entail in full, was now to begin.

Septimus prepares his weapons in his private armory. As far as monster-slaying was concerned, he knew that he needed a strong supply at his disposal. He fastens up his leather armor pieces and adds a brown duster coat to his attire for extra carrying capacity. Sword? Check. Knives? Check. He had...

"It was that obvious?" Septimus remarks in talking to Agmire. "Should have figured. I spent most of my serving years trying to hide the fact I was a part of the Royal family, although I doubt anyone truly bought it as evidenced by Mr. Brann here (granted he also knew of me before I was drafted)...

After a long silence, Septimus steps in front of Will Brann, making himself known to the others save for Hector, with whom he had already acquainted himself. "Haha...ahaha...hahahahaha!" Septimus's otherwise coarse tone of voice briefly bleeds into an almost hearty laugh. "So what you're saying...

Septimus is absorbing the contents of this conversation. He is extremely dumbfounded by what he is hearing, but since a good chunk of his hair is blocking his face, nobody notices. While he harbors many questions, he decides to keep his mouth shut and contain his confusion, instead turning his...

"Likewise," Septimus mutters back to Hector. He too, moves from his place, now standing discreetly behind Will while acknowledging the presence of more individuals. This was becoming quite the gathering.

"Hmmph, that it does," Septimus observes. "Honestly, main reason I ended up here was because of some thing you were discussing with that man in the bar. Even more puzzling was how Mr. Brann got involved. So here I am."

Septimus looks to Hector, at first not noticing his question, but finally replies in a hushed tone of voice. "I suppose so."

Septimus had since moved over to Hector's side, not doing anything except to watch the two go at it. Clearly his barrier rune magic didn't catch much attention to stop this, so he decides to take note of what is about to transpire instead.

Septimus peers over the rooftop once again to witness Will's attempt to strike down the mysterious man. Catching wind of the man's movements around Will, he jumps out of his hiding place and throws a row of knives between the two foes. Moments later, each knife lights up and forms a barrier...

Septimus is hiding on a window ledge just below the roof where he crouches, observing the scene from the shadows. The repulse of the colliding magic projectiles sent energy his way, forcing him to stand his ground. For now, he would continue watching and waiting.

Septimus peered through the hair covering his eyes as Will Brann made his way into the bar. What was he doing there? Septimus knew of him as a high-ranking individual in the Hylian Army, but had never formally met him despite Septimus's own status as a member of the royal Family. He was a grunt...

Septimus overhears some lively discussion regarding some , and continues to drink. Since the war ended, it seemed everyone was looking to do something grand. Nobody had the gall, it seemed, to just sit back and enjoy a drink. Either that, or Septimus was too mired in disillusion to see things in...

Also, in the back of very same tavern, is Septimus, who is sitting at a secluded table in the back of the establishment. In front of him was an empty plate, and in his hands a mug. There wasn't much to fall back on for veterans of the war against Ganondorf, a largely one-sided affair before the...