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Colin watched as Gottfried was escorted out.

 He shot Eliza a nervous look. The knight had seemed strong, not just physically – although being able to take a hit seemed like it would have been a useful skill to have on their side. Beyond that, if someone like Gottfried couldn’t make it, then what chance did he have? 

 They’d let him go though. With relatively little fuss. It seemed, perhaps, like this would be their last chance to leave. Colin would have been lying if he said he didn’t want to join Gottfried and walk right out that door – but he couldn’t. The knight looked like a formidable opponent, and Colin believed him when he said he’d be ‘fighting the good fight’ alone. Colin on the other hand, was under no delusions that he would be capable of the same thing. 

It took a while for Finlay to return, time he made use of to prepare for the upcoming trial. Pointedly avoiding eye contact with the few stragglers still milling about the hallway, he walked up to where his arrow was still sticking out of the ceiling gripped it firmly in his right hand, and managed to pull it out with just a few good tugs. He inspected it for damage – it seemed pretty much okay – and placed it back in his quiver. He counted them up – fifteen arrows. Not too bad, depending on what they were about to face. If it came to it, he always had his daggers as back up.

 He went back to where he’d dumped his back on the bed, rummaged around for a second until he came up with his arm guard and glove. His forearm was still red and sore from firing without wearing it earlier, and would likely bruise come afternoon – a rookie mistake, and one that he was lucky hadn’t been more costly. He slipped the guard on now, so that he didn’t forget. 

 Feeling at least a little more prepared than before, he poked his head back out of the room at the sound of approaching footsteps. 

 Finlay was back, behind him young woman followed. She had a vicous looking sword strapped to her waiste, and was wearing the look of somebody being escorted to their execution – this was Gottfried’s replacement? An expression that Colin couldn’t quite place crossed her delicate features – it hadn’t been pleasant, whatever it was - an intuition she confirmed as she brushed past and into the room without a second glance. 

 Well, wasn’t she just delightful? 

 He turned to follow her, watching as she dumped her belongings on a bed in stony silence. He should probably introduce himself if they were going to be roommates. 

 He cleared his throat from where he stood by the door, [color=8dc73f]“The name’s Colin, by the way. Not that you seem all that interested.”[/color]

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