Foxe/Juliette | 10:30 AM - Shieldwyrm Hall
"They're dated." Foxe's eyes automatically went to the left corner, where numbers were scratched in. "You can use your judgement. Anything older than a month tends to have been taken care of or forgotten, so don't waste your time." There was a silent moment and then Foxe was looking down at the girl with mild curiosity. He wondered mildly what she might choose to keep her day busy and whether she'd go above her own skill level. Silently, he had to remind himself that this girl wasn't his charge and that he would hardly be able to stop her if she wanted to charge into danger. There was something squirrely about her, but he couldn't quite tell if it was from guilt or possible intimidation; Foxe was, after all, a very large man.
"Good luck with your adventures," he said after a moment, raising a hand to indicate he was leaving. The last thing he wanted to plague him was thoughts of his old squires, but somehow this girl had brought old memories to the surface.