how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Guess?
Rolling her eyes, Raza looks at the rotting leaves and tries to imagine anythin’ other than a weapon inside of it. Sure, it could be somethin’ fun like… handcuffs. Orrrr a fancy, high-brow bracelet. But those things aren’t chilly. Not really. Then again it could all be bullshit, because Torchers an’ spirits alike like to pull these kinds’a stunts. Listenin’ to a few guesses, she runs her tongue over her teeth before takin’ a deep breath an’ announcin’ “an enchanted knife.”
Could be a steak knife. Could be a stabby knife. Could be a butter knife. Hell, it could be a spoon, for all she cares.
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Raza guesses an enchanted knife.
Rolling her eyes, Raza looks at the rotting leaves and tries to imagine anythin’ other than a weapon inside of it. Sure, it could be somethin’ fun like… handcuffs. Orrrr a fancy, high-brow bracelet. But those things aren’t chilly. Not really. Then again it could all be bullshit, because Torchers an’ spirits alike like to pull these kinds’a stunts. Listenin’ to a few guesses, she runs her tongue over her teeth before takin’ a deep breath an’ announcin’ “an enchanted knife.”
Could be a steak knife. Could be a stabby knife. Could be a butter knife. Hell, it could be a spoon, for all she cares.
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Raza guesses an enchanted knife.
