The bodyguard chuckles at Orla's offer, his grin widening to show crooked teeth. "I assume you're hear serving someone? Wouldn't they be miffed if you deserted them?" Noticing Orla's search, he reaches into his coat and pulls out a rather ornate hand lighter and opens it with a metallic click, offering her the orange flame.

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Marcella remains unseen.

(OOC: Will wait for Wynde)