Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20171217015528/@comment-30014014-20171220010156

(Oh yea, the sword)

''Echoes. Echoes of bare feet strike the hall where one could access the bedrooms. The steps are somewhat heavy, but do not display fatigue or struggle. A bright blue sword is etched on the back of an orange-pigmented woman. Bearing the effigy of butterflies on the edge of her shoulders and hips, she makes her way around the block, reading the signs, numbers likely to try and figure out tall man's room. Tall man being Benvolio.''

"Hmm, Kaiula can't find tall man. Mithril man be sad if sword not back to tall man" ''she panders, stopping in her track to think. A finely crafted mask adorns her face, sheltering it from the outside world, emerald eyes behind widening as she have thought of an idea'' "Ohh, ohh! I know. Tall man maybe sleeping. Listening behind doors!"

Pressing one of her ears against the nearest door, she start probing them for the familiar sound of snoring "Maybe tall man more noisy than skull head. Kaiula hope so!"