Oli Beju
I'm worse than your conscience at 3AM.
The half-orc’s candor was noted, that is until she grabbed the parchment that Rika immediately recognized as her reason for having entered the office. Her heart having so nearly stopped, Rika froze, and then the letter was discarded. Beryl’s concerns took precedent, and Rika breathed a sigh of relief at the woman’s single-minded succinctness was, for today, her savior rather than her executioner. Nonetheless, RIka, taking notice of where the parchment landed, took the opportunity to walk over and grab it, indulging further bloviation to detract from her otherwise spurious doings. She grabbed the letter, and quickly, whilst out of Beryl’s line of sight, crumpled it, but also took notice of some blank parchment nearby and gently placed it on the proprietor’s desk, backing away with the discarded letter well hidden out of sight. “I quite understand. I—“ She quickly tried to come up with a legitimate reason for the disturbance. Beryl was many things, but stupid certainly wasn’t one of them. “I’d passed by the town on my way here…” A lie. “… and it seemed like a decent place. If, at all, a new quest emerges in the area, and I can help in any regard to it, please let me know. I'll keep a look out in the meantime.” The visit was false, but the truth lay in that she was truly concerned for the wellbeing of the people there. She bowed, partially out of respect, and partially because when such pervasive trepidation adumbrated her senses, such behaviors came almost instinctively. With that, she made for the exit, closing the door shut behind herself.†
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Genii nathanKmcwilliams Gwenymoo
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Back in the guild hall, Rika took in the tenor of the place. People were speaking, many of them concerned. The boy with the fancy armor had made his way back downstairs, along with Ramirez. She sighed, practically worn thin from the number of slights and machinations of the day, and she'd only just arrived. Looking to the door to the training yard, she'd taken to remember one such honest being, and made it a point to check on him, so she made for the training yard.
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Once outside, she took notice of Callan, clearly in a bit of a state, Tobias (I think) and Siwai, surrounded by a litany of semi-destroyed equipment. On further inspection, she noted that he appeared to be bruised, particularly on his hands and there was still the matter of fact that he'd just returned from battle. Staying on the roundabout edges of the courtyard (she liked him, but definitely did not want to be in his line of fire) she spoke, kindly and calmly, "I do believe the mannequins have yielded... what remains of them, anyway." She smiled warmly at the Kobold-Birdfolk hybrid.
Sorry Beryl? Sorry Pestle? Sorry to whichever survives I guess.
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Genii nathanKmcwilliams Gwenymoo
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