Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-13615389-20170616033522

Robin examined his crossbow scrupulously as he sat casually in the upper boughs of an oak at the edge of town. Pinned to the tree below him was an apple that looked as if it had been shredded to ribbons by a series of bolts. It'd been a while since he'd last used the weapon; he worried he'd be out of practice. Turns out he wasn't.

Though Robin had awoken earlier than most --- certainly not as early as Taeris had, however --- Vidic was nowhere as punctual. He was among the last to wake, which surprisingly enough, was uncharacteristic of him. His conversation with Yaden the night before had stirred some memories he thought were best kept surpressed. Of course, he had no choice as to whether or not the thoughts were incited, and his dreams reflected that. The Imperial sat up in bed with heavy eyes, burying his head in his heads as he rubbed his temples slowly. After a moment, he pulled his tatty longcoat over his shoulders and walked out of his room.