[It's the first days of April when Molly and Eskel are able to meet. Eskel has an empty paddock set up for them to spar in at the stables. The chocobos wark from elsewhere on the grounds, with the occasional whinny from one of the few resident horses. It's early afternoon, not that the overcast sky reflects that much.]
[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]
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[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]