It had been a very, very long time since Armagnac had been 'out', as she liked to say, and she was getting antsy. Sometimes Sherry wondered if she'd have this problem if weapon golems had never existed or she'd never borrowed one - but that was neither here nor there. They existed and Armagnac knew what it was like to be in one.
In fact, today was going to be a day of catching up with people and keeping things like promises and intentions. If people were in, of course.
Armagnac grumbled as Sherry knocked on Lucky's door. "Later," Sherry whispered. "I'm going to talk to Lucky first then see about you."
She knocked again for good measure, and adjusted the box she held under her arm.
Molten Tigrex