[ Molly laughs, and then sheathes his scimitars. He's... maybe a little relieved for the break. Walking up to Percy as the man is getting ready, he curiously watches as the human takes his nice (if boring) coat off. The weapons that are revealed look familiar, but he can't quite place them yet. ]
A target, huh?
[ The tiefling looks around, trying to think of one that has a nice range. Finally he spots a barrel further down the road up to the paddock and points at it. ]
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A target, huh?
[ The tiefling looks around, trying to think of one that has a nice range. Finally he spots a barrel further down the road up to the paddock and points at it. ]
That one?