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fane handles things calmly, as she always does. the same cannot be said of maddox -- beneath a thin veneer of watchful calm, he is coiled, tense for battle.

but it does not come.

instead he watches in shock and disbelief as fane simply agrees to follow the knights back, peaceful as that. the spell fizzles to nothing in his hands, the axe remains untouched, and he leans back against the bar. maddox watches the interaction between fane and the knights carefully, still mildly stunned; maybe she’ll change her mind, maybe this is a momentary ploy to draw their attention away so the bar can spring into action, maybe he will fight today. but again, it does not come.

moosely murmurs, watching the events play out from behind his eyes, ‘this is not what i thought she meant.’ ( and maddox concurs. )

he lets his gaze slide briefly to zephyr, curious and questioning, wondering if his brother has any more of an idea what fane has in store. but even there he finds no immediate answers. his eyes drop once more to the empty glass, now considering the next plan of action. if fane said not to worry about her, then perhaps he should try not to. for now, he should check with zephyr if he knew anything -- his brother had always been closer to fane than himself, after all -- and then, probably talk to basil. maybe he knew something.