four and fifty.

[naughtbutlife]

[Private to Judas:]

I think we are in need of a walk. Make yourself ready, sir, for I intend to seek you out when your shift in the infirmary comes to an end.

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Private - spam/log?

[heavenonthemind]

Of course. I... alright.

Private - spam, of course. :D

[naughtbutlife]

I shall see you very shortly, Judas.

Spammm

[heavenonthemind]

[Around seven in the evening, and after a rough day, Judas was finishing up his paperwork and signed his name to the log sheet before he hurried back to his room to ready himself for a walk. He pulled on a heavier duster and a scarf to wrap around his neck, a sash about his waist. The temperature on the Barge had started to drop below its usual chill and the Apostle hated it. Nonetheless, when he finished he stood outside the Infirmary, hoping that he wasn't just having his leg pulled.]

Spammm

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica, as true to her word as ever, arrived outside the Infirmary to fetch Judas. She found him standing there and gave a very small wave of her hand to draw his attention to her.] What cheer, sir. I hear the enclosure is a rather lovely wooded area to-day. Shall we go?