Knights of Legend

WHO || Tybalt and Amrita [closed]
WHAT || Tybalt is lurking around incognito and runs into one of his new enemies allies
WHERE || The Library
WHEN || Sometime before their respective missions

Even in the relative safety of the castle, it wasn't often that Tybalt wandered around as his feline self. He did spend a lot of his 'alone' time curled up on one of the many surfaces in his room, but outside of there, he tended to keep to his human form. Today was a different kind of occasion. He was padding through the halls, making his way to the library and hoping no one had shut the doors too tight or he'd never make it through.

He wasn't particularly good with conversations that didn't lead to conflict. More often than not, anything he said ended up coming out offensive or a jibe, even when he didn't mean for it to. So when he found out Amrita was heading out for a mission, he just wasn't sure how to go about seeing her before she left without starting a fight or worse, letting on that he might actually be worried about her.

When he paused outside the library, his ears flicked forward as he listened for any sound coming from the area. It would be almost too easy if she really was in there, but he was putting his bet on it. He swiped his paw at the crack between the doors a few times, butting his head against it to push it open enough for him to slip between the cracks.

Time to see if he was any good at gambling after all.

WHO || Tybalt, Amrita anyone who might be wandering by or having a drink.
WHAT || Tybalt indulges in his second favorite pastime and runs into another squire on his way out.
WHERE ||  The Castle Bar, first floor
WHEN || Tuesday, Mar 12th, early evening
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

Tybalt had spent most of the day in the training room, practicing with his sword and generally doing a little too well at avoiding the company of his fellow squires. It wasn't as if he particularly disliked any of them, he just had never been the best at social interactions. In fact, in general he was terrible at them. His blunt honesty had a tendency of stirring up fights, and Tybalt's enjoyment of those fights had never left much drive to stop being the prickly feline he was. He could be plenty civil, but he bristled at anything he considered a personal insult. It just wasn't very conducive to making friends.

He spends most of the latter half of the day in the castle bar until late in the evening when he finally decides to head to his bedroom. It's possible he might even get into actual conversations with people at the bar. He's his most personable when he has a drink in his hand. Otherwise it's just as likely to bump into him on his way out. A bit softened around the edges by alcohol and less prone to start a fight.

Come prod the feline prickly pear.