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[color=ed1c24]“Um…yeah…thanks again Leblanc…”[/color] Gradon said, keeping both eyes on the snake-themed girl for as long as he could before she finally walked away. Not that he had anything against her, but he would rather not leave his wounds to be treated by the one flaunting a knife around. [color=ed1c24]“Er, goodnight to you two Esther,”[/color] he called out, not sure what had just happened during his brief period of unconsciousness. Best to take the advice then, and so he began to limp back to his room.

He was stopped however by a concerned Althea who began to vigorously check his founds. Thankfully, nothing too serious seemed to be out of place and even better news was given alongside this diagnosis. The Princess of all people was visiting them! Apparently, this was all part of the routine checkup he had heard some of the other soldiers speak about in hushed tones of whisper. While that was all good and well, Gradon’s head still rang like a doorbell.

Seeing Althea go off to join the others, he opened his mouth to call out to her. He would have liked it if she told the Captain he would be absent for the time being, but another spike of pain in his head made him stop altogether. Sighing, he wobbled back into his sleeping quarters and hoped a nap would ease his weary head and jaw.

And so the young man slept through the Commander’s instructions as well as her relay of the next mission to come. Not that it was too much of a problem, since surely one of the other Cadets would inform him of the things to come in the approaching morning. Regardless, the evening was still lit with busy, bustling life and light as the citizens of Orello Village went about their nightly activities.

For a young Natus, his journey to the village church would not be in vain. For instead of a priest waiting to greet him, he would see a [url=http://i.imgur.com/JWPr2fy.png]peculiar-lookng man[/url] sitting in one of the pews. Arms outstretched and resting on the back of the pew, he had a leg lazily crossed over his knee in content to be…well, lazy. Only when the doors of the church opened and slammed shut did he turn around to face Natus.

[color=8882be]“Well, looky, looky. Here to confront your sins kiddo?”[/color] the man called out with a grin. [color=8882be]“As for me? I’m here cause the old woman’s gone and put a curse on me again…hah! As if! So what brings you here anyway? Have you been a good boy?”
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