[center][b][color=FAEBD7]Abra[/color][/b][/center] Abra did not immediately realize that Marianne had enter into the tent. However, once she made her presence know, it was quite obvious. The little dark mage tugged onto her arm, almost like a nagging child would do to her mother. However, this would have to be a sadistic child because Abra could feel the crazy girl’s fingernails digging into her arm as she tried to get Abra’s attention. In response, Abra jerked her arm away from the dark mage, freeing herself from the girl’s grasp. “What the heck is this girl’s problem?” Abra thought to herself as she glanced back toward the dark mage. If she did not know better, Abra might have guess that this crazy mage was Jacob’s control-freak girlfriend. She could not decide whether she should take it as a complement that, even though Abra was significantly older than Jacob and any sort of intimate relationship between them would be quite weird, Marianne seemed to look threatened by her. Heck, normally, Abra might have tried to irk her by bending over while standing up to examine the chessboard instead of taking a seat. However, Marianne, even with the little time she has been around her, has started to creep her out. She dug her nails into Abra’s arm without knowing what was going on. What the heck would she do if Abra was deliberately egging her on? “See. He said that it’s fine.” Abra was going to tell Marianne to chill, but she thought it would be better if she did not act in that way. Again, Abra did not want to hit a nerve on this already paranoid young girl. Once she had made that short comment, Abra scooted the chair that was on the opposite end of the board a few inches away from herself, making sure there was a little more room between herself and Marianne. Then she turned her attention back to Jacob. “The flashy magical chess set is good and all, but can these pieces be used in a regular chess match? Don’t you already see enough violence and gore on the battlefield to just relive it again while back in camp?”