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Petra, Fighter 1 OOC: Initiative 20

Petra, Fighter 1 Petra steps back to give the struggling two room. Kalli seems to be doing fine to Petra, but just in case, she'll be another barrier if Arthur can't be contained. She gives an approving glance to Kaleva and does the same, such that the struggle is occurring between Petra and...

Petra, Fighter 1 OOC: Nor is Petra.

Petra, Fighter 1 OOC: Yes, it is my intent to move Petra in front of Arthur my turn.

Petra, Fighter 1 "The flavors remind me of home ..." Petra says, almost to herself, her eyes staying on Arthur. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Petra, Fighter 1 Petra sees the others walk in and stands from her seat, nodding a polite "hello." Her slowly forming smile suddenly makes a shift to a frown - something is up! Initiative 1d20+3 = 17 OOC: Have a good break (everyone!) - I'll be sticking around, though.

Petra, Fighter 1 Petra's stomach emits a sad growl toward the fleeing Edwyd before she could get a word out. She had not had much of anything to eat lately, much more anything sweet. She stood up, walked over to the platter of scones with whatever grace she could muster, chose the most modest...

OOC: EN World wasn't loading for Rae earlier. Rae should be making a post in 10ish hours from now.

Petra, Fighter 1 The pie's scent makes Petra's mouth water and memories of home, in Arkanian, begin to seep in. Her feet start making their way to pie as tears start to well up in her eyes. She shakes her head, clears her mind, and remembers why she's here. We have a task to do, she thinks...

Petra, Fighter 1 "The pleasure is mine," Petra smiles as she spins on her heel to face the entrance to the Inn. She peeks into the previous room, only to find it vacant. She decides she'll wait the rest of the hour at Edwyd's Victuals, finding no interest to lounge in the Inn. Petra dons...

Petra, Fighter 1 "My pretty hair consents to this arrangement, good sir" Petra says, her hand coming to rest on her rapier's hilt. It was a move intended to bring her comfort, though she easily realized it could be misconstrued as threatening. She continued with a slightly patronizing but...

Petra, Fighter 1 Petra grins at the thought of a birdcage. "Ingenious, Arthur. And those are sold with covers, so that should do it. Seeing as how everyone seems to have a task, I will make myself useful and call for a cab to meet us at Edwyd's shop." With that, Petra about-faces on her...

Petra, Fighter 1 Petra nods. "I believe so." She gives a little grimace as she wiggles the rapier on her hip. "Kaleva, I believe I will also need a staff. Hitting people with the blunt of the blade tends to be a bit dangerous, especially considering habits..." She paces a little bit. "So...

Petra nods to Kaleva, then looks at Edwyd. She seems to be talking more to herself than to Edwyd. "And will you be coming with us? If not, we should designate one person solely to hold the pie. And while marketing may be important, I think first and foremost is the safe delivery ... so we...

Petra closes the door behind her and nods to the others. "My name is Petra, of Arkanian. It's nice to meet you all. I was part of the 2nd Marines, 6th Battalion in the Vastermarch Cities marines. They called us the 'Templars,'" she says, looking to see if anyone recognized the moniker. She...