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The room was looking far more homely the more time she spent in it, especially now that she begun to replace the basic necessities with more comfort based pieces. The cot was gone, in its place now a basic mattress and bedframe that shined with how new it was. Shelves, filled with scrolls and books lined the walls, and a writing table that showed the polished oak it was made from. She looked around, and saw the room that should could describe in two words; her perfect.
For once, she had no plans, no need to do anything, no pressing adventures. The few rumours she'd heard recently had proven less than appealing, no immediate need to chase them down or do anything about them. Instead, she found herself seated at her desk, staring at a paper that had numerous words scrawled across it, but nothing settling into her mind. Sighing, she pushed the paper aside - giving up, at least temporarily, on reading the Progressive Methods of Battle Field Healing, and How to Make Sure They Make It. Pulling out her pen and paper, she decided to do something that she had been wanting to do for a few days now. Something that she had been putting off, hoping to avoid for as long as she could.
Dear @Crimson Ruby;
I know it's been a little while since our last...event. I know that we didn't leave things exactly how we had wanted to, I was hoping that maybe...well, maybe we could get together and talk about it, and maybe sort things out a little bite?
I know of a nice little coffee shop in Finweald, by the name of The Forgotten Leaf. It's a bit secluded, but it's...well, private, and comfortable. And the coffee is...drinkable, although I will admit the tea is better - and their hot choci is the best I've found yet.
Anyways, let me know if you're up for meeting up...
Kyra Vashtana
A final flick of the pen, and then she sat back, watching as after a few seconds the words on the parchment seemed to fade ever so slightly - never entirely disappearing, but definitely taking on a subtler appearance as they seemed to almost dim. Kyra had gotten used to it, the games way of integrating her own flair on the standard systems.
She knew it would take a while for any sort of response, and as her eyes roamed around the area, she tried to figure out what to do while she waited. The paper she had been reading remained as uninteresting as it had been when she pushed it away.

Come on Ruby...please...

