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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 7, 2011 9:31:22 GMT -5
((I must be braindead 'cause I don't remember Ashemir smiling or laughing around Draven. XD ...Unless it was in their first thread together and that would explain why I don't remember... >_>))
Draven didn't look happy about selling what she couldn't carry anymore. All she'd have left was her pack! She looked down at the various weapons she usually had no issue carrying. Everything was kept in perfect condition, even after a fight or job. The fact that she'd have to get rid of them (because there was no way this smaller body could carry that much metal on it and still be able to move properly) didn't sit well with her and she frowned. Distressing as it was, she knew she'd need a new occupation now. Great... Centuries of working as a mercenary and she was going to have to learn something else. Her bronze eyes looked up at Ashemir a long time thinking to herself. "How much do you think everything will get?" she asked. "I'm only keeping my swords, and whatever is in my satchel..."
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