Week 31, Broadleaf Hall, just after the last classes of the day

[spindlenocker]

As students make their way from their classes to whatever occupies their time afterwards, the sound of an arguement can be heard from one of the rooms. At first it seems to be one-sided

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[amphytrion]

Burdened with an armful of books and a bulging messenger bag, Amphytrion clip-clops rapidly down the hall toward an unknown destination. He's so absorbed in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice Spindle until it's too late.

Books and papers go flying everywhere as the satyr collides with the nocker. Amphytrion blinks up at Spindle from the floor, resettling his glasses in their proper position as he apologises profusely. "Oh, geez, I'm so sorry! I should've been watching where I was going..."

[spindlenocker]

"Job's boils!" Spindle snarls. "Will you watch where you're going?" He reaches down and starts to angrily snatch his books from the collective clutter.

[watchwight]

As Spindle gets his stuff from the floor, Vincent half strides and half-slides out of the room. Looking slowly up one side of the hall and then the other, he spies Spindle and makes a bee-line for him.

"Goodman Shanks," he hisses, "I must insist on your aide in this matter, nor can I set the matter aside so lightly as that."

[amphytrion]

The young satyr slows in the act of gathering up his books and looks curiously from the sluagh to the nocker and back again.

[willytroll]

Willy looks at Spindle. "I will help Frieda keep your ass in line." He winks. "Man you are my friend and I don't let my friends down. So whatever you are into now I am as well."