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Elliot was in the middle of a slow-paced dance when he caught a glimse of the soldier-doll licking up spilled wine over the shoulder of his escort. Something of his surprise and horror must have shown in his face for, although his steps never faltered, the auburn man asked, "Elliot, is something wrong?" The boy shook his head, averting his eyes from the scene and wiping his face of emotion seconds before he was forced to look again due to a new commotion - apparently someone else had had the decency to clean the mess up and the nobles didn't seem too happy. And it seemed that another had caught fire by some freak accident, but Elliot didn't care about that. He was glad that Artemis had not had to humiliate himself any more and some small part of himself stored that emotion deep inside the box that contained all his feelings.

By this time, Ben's - Elliot's escort - attention had been caught by the sceen and their dancing had stopped, although he still heald possesively onto the other's arm as if he expected the other to dissapear if he did not hold on to him. He was, in his own way, very attatched and possessive of the young boy. Elliot remained expressionless, but he tried to catch Artemis' eye as the other got up and seemed to be readying himself to talk to the other outside. He somehow felt connected to this other - perhaps because he understood at least some of what Elliot himself thought.

Regretfully not having caught Elliot's gaze, Artemis nodded to Kaya before walking past the watching nobles and other magic-users. He led the man easily through the crowds, relieved to give his legs a little stretch. Out of the main room and through a small lobby-like area, put them outside the large, gaudy mansion. Once there, he stopped when he was just over five paces from the man and turned to face him. "You helped me," was all he stated, as if the action was odd in itself while his hand moved to push back his worn down cape to reveal his sword hanging on his hip. It could only be unsheathed when magically unlocked by one of his owners. Despite his forced loyalty, they still would not trust him with a free weapon.

Harmon heard some commmotion coming from the other side of the holding area, "Hmm... I wonder what that was?" He stood up and walked to the direction towards the talking. He looked at the people talking.

(Did I make it vague enough to join something cause I am not in the storyline yet. sweatdrop )

((If this is for me. Here you go. ^^))

Harmon glanced a little a Elliot wondering why he wasn't going to speak, but he disregarded it and answered, "I'm Harmon..." He stared quizically still at Elliot still wondering, "And your right I'm not from here. I'm from Hailo Ginslith," He wondered also of the magic he was talking about. What kind of magic and how they used it. He wasn't at all happy at people miss using ancient magic, "I was going to ask you something but I think that person was about to say something," he motioned to the person behind.

"Hmmm... Must be my imagination," he brushed it off still thinking that he was going to say something. He passed that emotion when he talked to the person babying the boy named Elliot. He wondered why he didn't speak or show any sign of human behaviors. Well in any case he was also curious about the magic users of this continent, " Um... I was wondering," He asked the person hugging Elliot, " What is your name? And what kind of magic do you do here? Particularly this continent," He smiled.

"I am a summoner," He said as he pulled out his summoning tool, "Pact making and in battle in particular and I don't have an element," he looked at Elliot, "What about you? Do you do magic," he smiled lightly. He was wondering what he was going to say. He had been silent this whole time which is kind of unusal, well in Harmon's eyes. He noticed off hand that he was in a doll like state. Maybe even a servent of some sort of Benji's.