[Rydia exits her house quietly late at night--not exactly sneaking away, but still trying to make as little noise as possible. There's a whip coiled at her side and a rod with a bright crystal looped into her belt. She's not expecting trouble, but better to be prepared. Given her pace, it's likely that she's just out for some aimeless wandering. Her pensive expression certainly contributes to that impression. Upon glancing to her right, she notices the barracks and pauses thoughtfully.]
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Date: 2010-03-05 12:54 am (UTC)