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[rebelsplotting]

Who: You and your ear drums.
Where: Shrine Room.
When: Day 7, Early Morning.
What:

[All is quiet and calm. You would hardly even notice a woman in a rather ornate outfit with a cropped top and full skirts as she paces, drawn in thought. It is just another morning in the life of—]

Coward!

[Well, it was time to rise and shine, anyway.]

Comments

[rebelsplotting]

[taking a closer look at those then looking more closely at his face]

You do not intend to fight with those. Do you?

[pyxising]

I have a knife, too.

[rebelsplotting]

So long as it is serviceable.

[pyxising]

'Course it is.