(1208) Rook and Terri

John was a little disappointed to see the Harvest Envoy leave so quickly - he hadn't had much opportunity to speak with her, yet, and the darkling felt he should be making more effort to socialise with his court colleagues. Besides, Terri seemed like good company, if a little downcast this evening. But she understandably had more important things to do than chat with newbie courtiers, and John wasn't about to take it as a slight. Titles came with responsibilities, after all.

Giving Terri a friendly wave goodbye, the whisperwisp turns to answer Rook, smiling at the mild compilment.

"Yeah, I'm a decent runner, so I think I'll do alright there. And, yes, I'll definitely be along to that fitness class when you set it up - though I don't know if javelin-throwing proficiency is high on my priorities list."

As the call to the events goes out, the darkling nods a quick reply to Serreth.

"And to you as well - looks like we'd better get moving. Maybe we'll get a drink afterwards?"

Rook gave a small smile at the apparent enthusiasm of the two Autumns, and nodded.

"Best of luck to you both. I hope you do well," the Metalflesh said, giving them a little nod. He really meant it, too. While he was a competitive man, the nature of a chesspiece was not inclined to cruelty. He genuinely enjoyed watching others do things that they were good at.

"And Serreth - I'd love to let you try your arm against me. Sounds entertaining for us both."