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[snar_kay_knight]

It might be late, and dark outdoors, but it's quiet, which is something Kay requires when he wants to think. He's wandering aimlessly at the moment, still familiarizing himself with the grounds, apparently oblivious to the chill.

At least he's still minding where he's going. Though he'll probably draw attention, if anyone else is about tonight, between the sword and mail clinking, and the twigs snapping as he walks.

But don't let the muttering dissuade you. The cranky is normal.