Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

Chaucer was certain Allison was fine. Women were prone to such severe bouts of emotion and there were already two of them looking out for her; too many cooks in the kitchen ruins the meal, and all that. Besides that, there was a curious girl a little ways off that seemed to be looking at the group intently. Or is she... Chaucer whisked his head left and right in an attempt to discern whether or not her gaze was actually idrected elsewhere. A la? Perhaps Sabel has gained a secret admirer! How romantic! He grinned to himself; if he invited the girl over and she hit it off with Sabel, how delighted he would be! Maybe a little this and a little that and after awhile he would be best man.

No, not yet. He mustn't stray so far from the mark this early in the game. First thing's first...

Chaucer gave the girl a confident grin and, with a black gloved hand, motioned for her to come join the group. He cast a knowing look to Sabel: You are going to adore me for this, comrade.