By the Lake. (Open)
Bedi's spent most of the last week or more wandering around the grounds. A bandage on his left forearm and a couple stitches on his eyebrow are the only reminders of the state he was in when he arrived. Well, and The Sword, which remains scabbarded at his belt, even though it looks funny with the blue jeans and tee shirt his got from someone-he doesn't even remember who. (Probably Sagramore.)
He's been avoiding most everyone since the day he arrived. Now he's realized that's probably a lost cause, so he sits by the lake and leans against a tree, waiting. It doesn't matter what he's waiting for, he just knows it's time to wait.
He's been avoiding most everyone since the day he arrived. Now he's realized that's probably a lost cause, so he sits by the lake and leans against a tree, waiting. It doesn't matter what he's waiting for, he just knows it's time to wait.