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[i_was_death]

Nothing is ever Methos' concern unless he is directly involved in it. So, as it stands, the recent murder is only his concern in regards to the number of nerves that it seems to have rattled. It is, he must say, a bit of a bother. Still, he is doing his best to remain apathetic (which is surprisingly easy, especially for a man of his caliber).

And lo, there's an Immortal kicked back, feet on a table, hands folded neatly on his stomach. He's dressed in a grey wool sweater (too large for him with the sleeves rolled up), a pair of bluejeans (complemented by, well, sneakers), and an altogether rather complacent smile.

Picture of concern, he is not.