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[krisofvaldemar]

Kris is outside, walking along a track that leads deeper into the woods. He keeps an eye out for any wildlife, though he expects most would be hibernating or denned for the winter. He'd heard wolves' howling at least the once since he arrived at Milliways. A pair of daggers wouldn't be much help there,and neither would his particular mind-magic

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[milkbonesoldier]

Around here, daylight's generally at least a bit of help. Although some are good either way.

Kris probably hears the crunching of boots on fallen leaves and branches before Wells turns up. The other man's not making any special effort to stay quiet.

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris sets knife and project aside, turning to look in the direction of the sound.
Someone moving too quietly would have gotten him on his feet. He's been in fights often enough to know better. " 'Morning," a little wary, but polite.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells stops in his tracks. "Morning," he answers. "Didn't know anyone else was out and about just now."

Kris was downwind anyway.

[krisofvaldemar]

"Oh, I'm out at all hours," Kris answers. "If only 'cause it's more fun being unpredictable." Not to mention, safer in some respects.