A walk along the ocean is about the closest thing to peace and quiet that Garrot expects to find this morning, what with the banquets and the Wizard ordeals and being woken up at six in the morning by goddamned hooligans. Of course, he knows that being around the sand and surf means that his shoes aren't exactly the best choice, so he's swapped them out for flip-flops, but no socks.
But then he sees her, the elven woman with the blue hair and the red ribbon. At first, when he'd seen the other interviews, she seemed a little familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it until he meditated real deep on her name and her temperament until it clicked and he found himself approaching her on an isolated patch of sand, far less emotional than she'd have seen in his interviews. He's not sure, but... he could always shrug it off. Blame old age and bad eyes.
"Haizea, right?" There's the faintest hint of a smirk at a corner of his mouth. Garrot really hopes he's right, because at least then it's worth it to see if this woman is a threat. "Excited to get back in the ring, Dragon Knight?"
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But then he sees her, the elven woman with the blue hair and the red ribbon. At first, when he'd seen the other interviews, she seemed a little familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it until he meditated real deep on her name and her temperament until it clicked and he found himself approaching her on an isolated patch of sand, far less emotional than she'd have seen in his interviews. He's not sure, but... he could always shrug it off. Blame old age and bad eyes.
"Haizea, right?" There's the faintest hint of a smirk at a corner of his mouth. Garrot really hopes he's right, because at least then it's worth it to see if this woman is a threat. "Excited to get back in the ring, Dragon Knight?"