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[What with the disaster just recently passed, Edward's been trying to keep a close eye on those of significant importance in his life, more so than usual. So it doesn't take long for him to notice that a certain someone's belongings are no longer around.

...again...]

Lady Svala... appears to be missing. I think she's gone...

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[Sigmund had started to suspect that himself. He's not really sure what to say, though. "I am grateful that you informed everyone (so I didn't have to)"? He doesn't really have the luxury of time for moping at the moment, either. There are people relying on him. He can't go sulk. He won't. Not this time. Still, he doesn't really want to talk about it. So instead of a direct response, this is all Ed will get.]

I am going to find food.

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[Edward's really not expecting much, least of all from Sigmund- he knows how he is about sharing his feelings and such. He's honestly surprised Sigmund's talking at all. ...Well, alright, technically he's not- nevermind, Edward. Focus.]

Do you need help with anything, my lord?

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I will likely have to hunt.

[The "so I can put all my anger into something properly productive" is left unspoken. Edward can come or not, Sigmund doesn't care. As long as he doesn't try to discuss feelings, it doesn't really matter.]

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[...That's as much of an invitation as Edward can expect to get from Sigmund, and though he's not sure whether or not it's a good decision, he'll take it.]

Where can I find you?

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The southern edge of the village.

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[He's on his way already.]

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[Sigmund is generally where he said he'd be, armorless and kneeling on the ground to untangle a coil of rope. He's also got an empty cloth sack and a large knife in addition to his sword. By way of greeting, Edward gets a nod that really might just be him trying to get a crick out of his neck.

This has the potential to be one awkward hunting trip.]

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[Edward returns the nod - who cares if it was a neck crick, he'll take what he can get. It's not like he isn't used to a fair bit of awkwardness by now. ...And come to think of it, maybe his huge greatsword isn't a good hunting tool...]

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[...They could always bludgeon something with it. Maybe a deer. Or a bear. Or a Claridian. Once he's satisfied with the state of the rope - it's mostly untangled, anyway - he heads off toward the forest and gestures for Edward to follow.]

Move quietly. [Like a mouse, Edward. A six foot tall, armored, treetrunk-sword-carrying mouse.]

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[...Right. A mouse. Totally. Because that's the perfect word to describe him.

Good luck with that hunting thing, Siggy. :|b But he'll try at least.]

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[Hours later, somewhere in the forest, Sigmund finally admits defeat and sits - not flops, not collapses, sits - on large a rock. Alright, maybe a little collapsing. Just a little.

He looks at Edward with an expression that is equal parts 'at least we have failed together' and 'this is entirely your fault because it can't be mine.']

This has gone poorly. [Thank you, Lord Obvious.]

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[Yeah, that was a miserable attempt. Edward's not about to blame Sigmund anyway, so he just huffs quietly and leans against the nearest tree, arms crossing.]

My apologies. I'm not as quiet as I could be in the forest.

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[Well the have to bring home something. Sigmund looks around and spots a shrubby little tree not far behind Edward, with berries growing on it. Without a word, he goes over to it and examines it closely... and then takes a tiny nibble of one of the berries.

This is a good way to get poisoned, if one doesn't know what they're doing.]

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[Berries are perfectly healthy! Just not very filling. ....And please don't get poisoned, Lord Sigmund D8]

Maybe we should check the supplies at the shop after all.

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[Oh, Edward, did you think Lord Sigmund didn't know what he was doing? Tsk, tsk. He's apparently satisfied with whatever he found, because he starts picking the fruit.]

We should bring some of these home. [Katie will like them, anyway. They're much too sweet.]. Leave the store's stock for those who cannot hunt. [...]

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You know what. He's not even gonna say anything to that, just... head over and help pick those berries.] Yes, my lord.