"I believe we shall," he starts over towards it, his bare feet silent even on the dry grass. "We'll head down to the treasury, which, if I recall correctly, can be reached by way of a windy path from the gardens."
He glances up as he walks. "It is..." The day is overcast, so it's hard to tell. "...noonish, so most would be at lunch, right about now."
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Date: 2006-12-12 08:39 am (UTC)From:He glances up as he walks. "It is..." The day is overcast, so it's hard to tell. "...noonish, so most would be at lunch, right about now."