Paige
Paige gives a slow turn about the room and there is no hiding her disappointment at finding it utterly empty. Whoever was close enough would likely feel it along the bond as she heaves a heavy sigh that makes her shoulders sag. "I thought it was definitely going to have secret stuff in it... Oh well, guess it could be for weapons and stuff." Paige turns to Belial as if waiting for his input on that matter before she nods sagely, "You're right. It is boring." With nothing else to be found, Paige pushes out of the room with her borrowed companion hot on her heels, barely stopping herself from running right into Deimos's legs.
"There is a room up there that use to hold things. No secrets though." The last part is muttered and she's clearly put out by this. How dare there not be any secrets to find. That just wasn't fair! "It could be for weapons or something." Her shoulders lift in a little shrug offering the suggestion freely, spotting the various weapons that are already here. Spears, swords, axes... All much larger than herself. Her eyes light up and she grins, rushing that way and picking up the closest thing. An axe that she can barely lift more than half a foot off the ground so it doesn't drag.
Clearly she intends to move the weapons herself.
Paige suggests using the room for weapons and picks up an axe to take upstairs.
"There is a room up there that use to hold things. No secrets though." The last part is muttered and she's clearly put out by this. How dare there not be any secrets to find. That just wasn't fair! "It could be for weapons or something." Her shoulders lift in a little shrug offering the suggestion freely, spotting the various weapons that are already here. Spears, swords, axes... All much larger than herself. Her eyes light up and she grins, rushing that way and picking up the closest thing. An axe that she can barely lift more than half a foot off the ground so it doesn't drag.
Clearly she intends to move the weapons herself.
Paige suggests using the room for weapons and picks up an axe to take upstairs.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
