Pary:
Hmph. Where did I put that mushroom? I can just get it's spores and... "Apothecary, apothecary, apothecary." Pary set with his back to the wall, mending his sore cheek with his staff. Alex had made his list, and now to find some herbs. WHy the guards had let him keep his belongings made no sense to him, but a dumb guard was a dumb guard.
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Rita:
"Alright I guess." Hopping up, RIta lunged forward, giving a quick strike. Missing, she kept trying to hit, but failed each time. Giving Derek obvious openings, it was a bit clear something was wrong.