[Going out and about and actually fighting isn't really Rinea's idea of how to spend her time, but her hulking, terrifying familiar Adalhard had insisted-- very politely, and through a silent game of charades, but insisted-- that she practice. Plus, the venom would be useful on a personal study level!
So here she is, dressed in pants for easier movement, nervously clutching her tome of alchemy notes and blank pages.]
Oh... [Matching his quiet tone, Rinea curiously takes in the sight of the boy who addressed her. (Adalhard stands indifferently behind her, looking out at the webs ahead of them.) He looks so... familiar!]
Yes, I am. I was just contemplating how best to go about it, but... um.... [Oh, she remembers now.] I beg your pardon... are you Razor?
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So here she is, dressed in pants for easier movement, nervously clutching her tome of alchemy notes and blank pages.]
Oh... [Matching his quiet tone, Rinea curiously takes in the sight of the boy who addressed her. (Adalhard stands indifferently behind her, looking out at the webs ahead of them.) He looks so... familiar!]
Yes, I am. I was just contemplating how best to go about it, but... um.... [Oh, she remembers now.] I beg your pardon... are you Razor?