Reynold's eyes were fixed on Nymeria who was was standing close to Richard. She was whispering something in to his ear.
Whatever they were discussing seemed serious, because Richard was listening very carefully. But even while he listening, his hands did not stop moving.
Fwip, fwip, fwip.
He was still casually flipping his card back and forth through his fingers.
Does this guy ever stop playing with those bloody cards? Reynold thought, shaking his head slightly.
Reynold watched as Richard gave Nymeria a single nod. He then turned around and started walking to join the rest of the 3rd year representatives who were taking their positionz inside Wildland.
Richard did not stopped, instead he walked past them and headed straight to the senior professor who was standing at the boundary line, and acting as the tournament referee.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Richard pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a red liquid.
