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[rosebyanyother]

"Morrigan Prince. I'm afraid I'm too busy to answer at the moment, but leave a message and I promise to respond as soon as I'm able."

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[rosebyanyother]

In the meantime, Peter has managed to also choke the guard he's attending to into unconciousness. He's got an arm around her waist now to hold her up, and he smiles down at Amelia as she grins up at him.

"Yes, I think gags are a very good idea. We'll drag them into the store with us, I think."

That way, they can keep an eye on them if they happen to stir before they're done.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia nods and follows Peter into the store, dragging the guard behind her by his ankles. If the brute wasn't so wide chested, he might have gotten a nicer drag. She'll shed no tears for the headache he'll have from hitting his head on the doorframe and several display stands while getting him inside the store.

It's easy work to get the guards gagged and shoved into a pile in a corner, at which point the rogue binds their hands with pieces of the largest guard's shirt. He won't be needing it for a time anyway. That done, she turns to Peter once more, dusting her hands off with a satisfied grin.

"Where shall we start?" She gestures around to the multiple display cases of knives. Some are purely for show, others very utilitarian. There's some few that seem to be a mix of both. As Crested, he gets the first choice, though. "I don't usually have a mind for display pieces, but I could very well make an exception for one or two they have in here. I could always use more knives for every day use, too, of course."