Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
"Yes, it's me." The sound of her footsteps echoed slightly in the room as she approached. More confident once she had determined that there was no raging fire going, nor sparks that might fly through the air. She surveyed the man's situation, and tried removing a spear from the man. The metal parts of it did not quite want to come off, and it took both effort and distance before she was certain that the pull had released.
"I take it this doesn't usually happen... Have you gone somewhere, or done something you usually wouldn't, lately?"
One by one, she began to pluck weaponry from Darkeye. The anvil was given a very dubious stare; there was no way she would be able to lift that. Better wait for a bit, until the rest of the items were gone. Lighten the load, so to speak.
"I take it this doesn't usually happen... Have you gone somewhere, or done something you usually wouldn't, lately?"
One by one, she began to pluck weaponry from Darkeye. The anvil was given a very dubious stare; there was no way she would be able to lift that. Better wait for a bit, until the rest of the items were gone. Lighten the load, so to speak.
Maea
