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Richard was already awake when the light came, the repetitive 'thud! thudthud! thudthudthump!' of the Dormum's resident cowboy doing his morning workout echoing out from his bedroom door as he put fist to punching bag. When he saw the signal flash under his door, he gave a soft sigh, pausing the workout long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow before launching into one last flurry of blows, grumbling under his breath as he did.
[color=f26522]"This early...? Haven't even had breakfast... Just eat cereal on the way...."[/color]

His last uppercut set the punching bag rocking wildly on its stand, threatening to tip over as he turned to the door. Grabbing his wand, he flicked it towards the teetering stand on his way out- The stand righting itself just as he shut the door behind him and made his way towards the map room. Thankfully, he wasn't too late, passing by the caretaker on his way out and giving the man a passing, soft pat to the shoulder. He'd seen the scrying before- And he didn't envy the poor soul his suffering.

He stepped into the room proper just in time to hear Emory's declaration, perking a brow as he started to unwind the tape that bound his knuckles from the morning's training.
[color=f26522]"Two hits, huh? We taking these one at a time, or are we splitting off?"[/color]
Glancing towards the map, he frowned.
[color=f26522]"And if one of them's back home, I'm volunteering. The burgers out here just aren't the same."[/color]
This was a regular grumbling of his.