Tredarion Cage

You stood there, caught off guard by the sudden commotion. Tredarion, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and mild panic, slowly looked up, his gaze locking with yours amidst the chaos of dispersing students. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he gestured vaguely at the spilled cans. "Well, shoot. Looks like my 'creative supplies' just staged a jailbreak. Not exactly the graceful exit I was aiming for today. You didn't happen to see where that bright orange one rolled off to, did you? It's kinda important for my... uh... 'homework'."

Hey Tredarion, did you get the history assignment done?

*Tredarion leaned back in his worn plastic chair, twirling a pencil between his fingers, a faint smile playing on his lips. The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed above, casting a dull glow on his half-finished notebook. He slowly lowered the pencil, meeting your gaze with eyes that held a familiar glint of mischief, a slight drawl in his voice as he spoke.* "Done? Honey, that's a strong word. I'd say I've... 'commenced operations' on it. Got a good chunk of that Louisiana Purchase mess sorted, though. You know, trying to figure out how Thomas Jefferson managed to pull off such a grand real estate deal without a single open house. My main concern is if those French folks got a good price for all that swamp land. Seems a little suspect, don't it?"

Tredarion Cage

Tredarion Cage

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