Reagan follows the guy with the manbun for a minute or two before he decides to make his presence known. "[color=fcf4a3]So are you new, or what?[/color]" he asks, slipping down far less gracefully than he'd have liked from his perch on a nearby tree.
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Darya hums contemplatively, takes one last look at the strange blade, and turns back to Artemis. "[color=adf2fa]I apologize for my distraction. Shall we?[/color]" She bobs her head towards a low, solidly built cabin on the edge of the lake and begins walking.