Reagan follows the guy with the manbun for a minute or two before he decides to make his presence known. "So are you new, or what?" he asks, slipping down far less gracefully than he'd have liked from his perch on a nearby tree.
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Darya hums contemplatively, takes one last look at the strange blade, and turns back to Artemis. "I apologize for my distraction. Shall we?" She bobs her head towards a low, solidly built cabin on the edge of the lake and begins walking.