(Abby pauses with a practice weapon held high over her head, some sort of hatchet; she brings it down hard into the target and leaves it there, stuck halfway in. Her hands go to her hips. Bastien is sitting on the barrel and seemingly waiting for something so she wipes her mouth on her arm and calls to him.) Is it your turn next?
(Ha ha
Anyway. She pauses to put her boot on the target and yank the hatchet out; for all that it was buried deep in there, this poses very little problem. She joins him at the barrel, trailing the weapon at her side, catching her breath. Hopefully he won't mind a sweaty conversation. Despite the joke, she can tell why he's here.)
Ah yes. step into my post tav guarding pre demon office
(Ha ha
Anyway. She pauses to put her boot on the target and yank the hatchet out; for all that it was buried deep in there, this poses very little problem. She joins him at the barrel, trailing the weapon at her side, catching her breath. Hopefully he won't mind a sweaty conversation. Despite the joke, she can tell why he's here.)
You good?