Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-31049256-20170619031832

"Dark Elf? She ain't look like she was only thirteen'r so did she?" Baku asks scratching his beard, "If she did ya don't gotta worry 'bout 'er, she's an Assassin in tha Band sense of tha werd. She wouldn't hurt nobody, not even yer kind." He motions to Melandil, "In fact she don't like 'er own kind bout as much as regular elves do."

"Yeah," Kittycut agrees, "their Magic Weapons'n Tools wouldn't let'em hurt nobody no way!"

Penelope purrs, "Nya, you all would likely not know about it if little Lilrava was the purrpitrator. She is a genius of her field. Though..." she places a little paw to her chin in though before shaking her head, "Nyah, she would know better even at 16 I hope."

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Lilrava reacts just as any 13 year old with attitude would at Nia's shakedown, pushing her away and lightly fanning her hands to slap her away, "What the heck are you doing, get off me!"

As she backs away one of Nia's groping claws clip the sash holding up her bottomless bag, and as it drops the only thing to fall out before she grabs it expertly is her wristblade MW. As the sophisticated MW of obvious dwarven make falls she catches it, the blade shooting out just far enough to catch Nia in the thigh. While Nia undoubtedly feels the bit of pleasure as the weapon takes away some of her energy Lilrava looks to Eilion with sheepish eyes.

"This isn't what it looks like?"