Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana sipped from the drink again, nodding as Noah introduced himself. Reaching out with her free hand, she shook his in a firm and calloused grip. "Luciana." Letting go, she shrugged. "Figured I should check out more than just the training ground. So here I am." She gestured around at the bar.
Frowning, she tapped a finger against the mug. "Huh. I hadn't heard of that." Leaning forward, she looked over the carving. Then she reached into her belt and pulled out a carving knife of her own. "Any chance you've got a spare piece of wood lying around?" Turning, she inspected the tavern, searching for something else she could use if the answer happened to be no.
Frowning, she tapped a finger against the mug. "Huh. I hadn't heard of that." Leaning forward, she looked over the carving. Then she reached into her belt and pulled out a carving knife of her own. "Any chance you've got a spare piece of wood lying around?" Turning, she inspected the tavern, searching for something else she could use if the answer happened to be no.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
