Robin was sitting at a table, polishing her bow. A half full tankard of butterbeer sat on the tale near her.
Reina walks up. “Hey Robin!”
"Hey", she looked up from her bow. "Sorry for my absence, I went on a date", she said as she smirked, proud of how shiny the bow looked.
he walks back out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream
He was sitting at a booth with his head down
She then sipped some of her butterbeer and sighed.
(OOC: Made some progress on lore so *pats myself on the back*)
(OOC: Made some progress on lore so *pats myself on the back*)
he kept his head down, doing nothing and keeping to himself
The wood elf is checking over her stock of arrows.
He let out a clearly upset sigh
Cue Matt just calling Lance on le phone. "Yo."
Standing behind him
"Ah. Well then nevermind." le end call "Maybe at least tell me that your behind me next time?"
he shrugged
"So.. Lance? I'm being tortured every 5-6 minutes because Nolegs kinda felt like doing that."
"that's not a proper reason"
"I know. Now he's making a cow woman just torture me for no GOD DAMN reason!" 
"i'm gonna go talk to nolegs" 
"Well, good luck with that. He's been acting suspicious on the last time i seen em." 
"NOLEGS"
"What?"
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