[he doesn't wait long: Cecelia arrives, familiar in tow at her feet, herself wrapped in a shawl which only partly obscures the satchel at her hip. when she spots him, she nods from afar and draws near, looking him over. the sword is sensible, but...likely not necessary. she appreciates the foresight regardless.]
Greetings again. [again, she nods, lingering only briefly before beginning to walk away from the city.] Come, just a short distance. We'll talk about what to expect and avoid along the way prior-to.
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Greetings again. [again, she nods, lingering only briefly before beginning to walk away from the city.] Come, just a short distance. We'll talk about what to expect and avoid along the way prior-to.