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Perhaps, one could make some wise remark here about how even those with a vast amount of knowledge are capable of making fatal mistakes, but Alaria was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Had something similar happened a couple of years earlier, and if the Septet hadn't been an obviously magical creation, her hand would have closed around the raven's fragile neck, and the owner of that neck would have been sent flying towards the face of the Calcite clown. Judging by all accounts, while the trio was searching for the apostles, the apostle of capture managed to find them first. And not only was he a decadent clown, but he was also clearly a powerful mage. Perhaps, they could have played along, put on a show of bravado, struck a pose, or joked that Klin and Kenshiro specialized in a different kind of "entertainment," but for now, the Tanarian remained silent. Let Klin speak for them.