[ Cassandra waits exactly where she promised she would remain at dawn break, once again returning to her armour and her sword and shield. The heavy weight is welcome, the smell of worn but sturdy leathers and metals. She missed this, the garb and weaponry of a warrior. ]
[ She looks forward to what Bull has promised her. Already her blood is rushing. ]
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[ With whichever one. ]
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Meet me in the forests tomorrow at dawn. Do not forget your axe.
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Forests are pretty big, you know.
[ Not that he couldn't track her, but. ]
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Sounds good.
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[ She looks forward to what Bull has promised her. Already her blood is rushing. ]