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[color=2B822F]Time:[/color] 9:30AM
[color=2B822F]Location: [/color] Inside Caesonia Castle then outside
[color=2B822F]Interaction:  [@Potter]Princess Sadie,[@Rodiak] Mattias[/color]
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[color=2B822F]Attire:[/color][url=https://litb-cgis.rightinthebox.com/images/640x853/202106/bps/product/inc/jfqhkv1624934883758.jpg?fmt=webp&v=1] ’nice clothing’[/url]
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At the mention of his good shots from Mathias, he made a small scowl to disagree with him but did not reply back. Always pushing himself anything below the seven pointer was atrocious in the eyes of a Woodsman, even with an injured shoulder. They were always hard on themselves and it was one of the reasons they were known in their country for their uncanny aim. He nodded when he mentioned he was planning on heading over there and simply said [color=2B822F]”Good.” [/color]

It was then he mentioned to the princess of his willingness to toss Ezra from a window. Once said, Verrick pulled back as she said no need, with a slight look of disappointment in her decision but he nodded. When she then congratulated him on winning he simply said [color=2B822F] “Thank you your highness.”[/color] He shifted his shoulder at the mention of it and shook his head. [color=2B822F] “I shall be fine. As long as you don't find any trouble during the day.”[/color] he said with a slight humor in his tone. 

She was then distracted by a flier that flew into her grasp. He turned his attention to Lord Ravenwood. Legends were told of his ability to many social cues, but he immediately noticed Verrick’s lack of interest in the style of his craftsmanship. He was intrigued how his attention was heightened on things that had anything to do with his craft. 

He nodded his head and said [color=2B822F]”Thank you, for the faith and for the offer. I might take you up on that. “[/color] Most of his tools and armor were basic, however well made for durability rather than looks. It was hard to get a Woodsman to upgrade their weapons because of their reliability and often sentimental properties. His knives were still the original pair he had when he was a teenager. His bow wasn’t as old as his original broke during his rescue of Princess Beatrice. But it was the one he made after that. As for other simple tools it didn’t really require a master to make. But he would think on it.

He had noted that Princess Anastasia and Lady Zarai did not greet him back. Not that it mattered to him. He only found it odd. More so when he noticed her normal bodyguard Wynstan was no longer glued to her while out and about. He wondered why that was. Perhaps of the rumors of the royals getting into a chaotic party he heard of?

His attention was brought back to Princess Sadie when she looked to him excitedly talking about a festival at the park. His mind went back to the barbaric scene of people fighting over waffles at that same park…while he noticed stalls farther away before he worried that might spill over somehow…perhaps over something different. 

He let out a low[color=2B822F]”Hmmm.” [/color] as he thought about it. Personally he didn't mind a festival, normally there was good food there and it was an excellent source of overhearing tips and rumors of people chatting. It was also hard to say no though because she did look so excited and full of wonder. Despite her mask she often wore, he could see that this was a bit of her genuine side coming through.[color=2B822F] “Great would be an over statement.”[/color] He said in a grumbling tone. He let out a sigh and looked at her, folding his arms across his chest. [color=2B822F] “Alright, it's not like saying no will stop you anyways. Just one condition. First signs of trouble we leave, and no puppy dog eyes or begging to stay. Is that Fair?”[/color]