-Gracen Hale-

Gracen sat up, looking at the man who came in. He chuckled darkly at the joke, shaking his head. He stretched his arms, before rolling his shoulders. "Unfortunately no. I'm more a spur of the moment guy." A wolfish grin crossed Gracen's lips after he said that. The young man stood up, and walked over to the dryers in front of the two. He turned around and leaned his back against the dryer.

The archer nodded his head. "Yeah, that's me. I've been practicing archery since I was 6. Sorry, what was your name again? I've kind of been thinking of other shit man, sorry." Gracen smiled softly, trying to pay attention to the man who was in the room with him. It'd be good for Grace to have a friend in the school. At the very least, someone who recognized him and didn't mind his company.