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Ezra was carrying a small cloth bag in one hand, and a round target under one arm. Because Lock would kill him with a sour look if he ever found out he'd been practicing with knives by lobbing them at poor defenseless trees. So he wouldn't. Those looks were extremely uncomfortable.
He also let his nose guide himself and Kathy to a part of the preserve that didn't seem to be in the immediate vicinity of anyone's usual running path or the like. Because he also wouldn't want to lob his knives at poor defenseless people, either. He may also have had some other reasons, because he was Ezra, but that was still one of them.
He nodded, pleased, when they came to a small clearing. "This looks good."
[ooc: For one, please!]
He also let his nose guide himself and Kathy to a part of the preserve that didn't seem to be in the immediate vicinity of anyone's usual running path or the like. Because he also wouldn't want to lob his knives at poor defenseless people, either. He may also have had some other reasons, because he was Ezra, but that was still one of them.
He nodded, pleased, when they came to a small clearing. "This looks good."
[ooc: For one, please!]
