Action in Figaro because YOU ALL ARE AWFUL PEOPLE and you know who you are. :|
[Ah yes, anger. To say that Sabin wasn't impressed by the wonderful love letters that a certain group of young ladies decided to mail out was putting a bit mildly. After having helped Penelo through her anger, the bear had promptly marched back into the Castle, strapped on his armour and claws and stalked right out into the middle of the desert to vent his frustrations over the inadvertent dragging of his name through the mud.
It had been several day since he'd left.
Thankfully, Sabin is quite adept at living off the land so he hadn't felt the desire to come home and just kept ridding the land of a fair portion of its local monster population. Add in a little needed rat tail for a trip he was planning later on and a weapon in need of sharpening and the Bear Prince felt compelled to return home. He had a few things on his mind as he stepped foot upon the castle grounds:
Food, water, bath, sleeping for a day or two and avoiding any and all flowery perfume the ladies decided to spray him with. He hated it with a passion and would sooner drink poison than be subjected to that fowl smelling concoction they sprayed him with the last time.
The question is, where do you run into the bear? While he's filling his bottomless pit of a stomach? After bathing -- or during if you're feeling brave ;D-- or just before he's about to sleep?
Your call, really but if the perfume comes into play, it all has a date with Edgar's bed.]
It had been several day since he'd left.
Thankfully, Sabin is quite adept at living off the land so he hadn't felt the desire to come home and just kept ridding the land of a fair portion of its local monster population. Add in a little needed rat tail for a trip he was planning later on and a weapon in need of sharpening and the Bear Prince felt compelled to return home. He had a few things on his mind as he stepped foot upon the castle grounds:
Food, water, bath, sleeping for a day or two and avoiding any and all flowery perfume the ladies decided to spray him with. He hated it with a passion and would sooner drink poison than be subjected to that fowl smelling concoction they sprayed him with the last time.
The question is, where do you run into the bear? While he's filling his bottomless pit of a stomach? After bathing -- or during if you're feeling brave ;D-- or just before he's about to sleep?
Your call, really but if the perfume comes into play, it all has a date with Edgar's bed.]