Dorian briefly glared at Aurum. "You and I both know that these sorts of things do not simply happen. Causing a public scene, in the middle of Alystra Plaza no less," Dorian sniffed, "and murdering an innocent fish. If you ask me," he brushed off some of the guts splattered to his clothes, "I'd say it was orchestrated. But I suppose that is just speculation on my part."
He took out his scroll and quickly tapped onto it, turning away in the process. "Yeah, sorry. I need a change of clothes. Don't ask, just go straight to the meeting. Alright, see you there." He turned back toward the group. "As for reparations, don't bother. There's not much you would be able to provide anyway. Besides, who knows what great surprise would await be next!" Dorian ended with feigned glee which quickly faded into slight disgust. He sighed and scanned the ground. "Why don't you start by cleaning up after yourselves?" With that, he left.
Avery could only watch from afar through his phone, and while he couldn't hear what Dorian was saying, it was pretty clear that it wasn't anything good. He stepped back from the edge of the building, unsure of what he should do. Should he stay hidden away, or should he make his way down? Avery doubted he would be able do much to change the situation, but he decided to head towards the stairs down, anyway.