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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]

"Plenty of those out here. You and he are already on friendly terms?"
a quizzical look from the Herald. "Agh. The warning's appreciated, just, I needed to get the hells away from being cooped up. For now."

[milkbonesoldier]

"I need one that'll stand up to sixty pounds on a frequent basis, with a hell of a lot of pounding." Wells shrugs. "I'm out here often enough. Some nights more than others. You meet the locals that way."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris' eyes darken from brown to almost black, unfocused, as he takes a farsighted Look through the area. Old habits are hard to shake. "There's an oak about fifty yards west," pointing. "It might do. Not a lot of open space 'round it, though."

"Locals?" He chuckles. "That's a novel way to put it."

[milkbonesoldier]

"Mm. I'll have to give it a look," says Wells. "I still owe the management an apology for the last one."

Then he shrugs. "It's not just him. There's other things in the woods. He's most important; they just live here, or come here."

[krisofvaldemar]

"I'll keep it in mind. But I've got work to do, and drinking myself forgetful indoors won't see that done, sir." He regards Wells curiously, sizing him up.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells makes an indelicate noise. "'Sir' is for the girls I teach these days, mate," he says. "I was a fucking noncommissioned officer most of my life. I work for a living."

He smiles then, and holds out a hand. "I never did introduce myself, did I? My name's Harry Wells. Former sergeant of the British Army, on Earth, in 2004."

[krisofvaldemar]

Kris shakes Wells' hand, with a grin. "I'm Kris, Herald from Valdemar, during Queen Selenay's reign." He can't give the man a date, not by Earth's reckoning. "Oh," a nod. "Heralds work as soldiers alongside the Guard at times, or as, 'law enforcement' was the term someone from Earth used."