[Tammy closes her journal and, upon reflection, pulls on her wizard robes, leftover from Halloween, as an extra layer of clothing between her and the cold, before heading for the stables.
She strides up, arms wrapped around her torso with her journal stuck under one arm, stopping a bit away from Zachariah and lifting an eyebrow.]
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[Tammy closes her journal and, upon reflection, pulls on her wizard robes, leftover from Halloween, as an extra layer of clothing between her and the cold, before heading for the stables.
She strides up, arms wrapped around her torso with her journal stuck under one arm, stopping a bit away from Zachariah and lifting an eyebrow.]
Hey.