Maeve
Their search is fruitless. Neither of them have enough knowledge of those of importance who used to reside in Stormbreak, making it incredibly difficult to decide what is worth looking at and what isn't. Both the Nightshade and the Honeybee girl spend hours wandering through the crypt. Each one pausing to look at the different tombs, searching for any clues that might tell them something, anything to narrow the search. By the third hour, their frustrations are running high and Maeve heaves out a sigh, running a hand through her hair.
"I think we need Ronin for this. I really don't know where else to look." Maeve finally admits, bracing her hands on her hips as she turns her attention to Melita, sure that the other woman would likely agree with her.
"I think we need Ronin for this. I really don't know where else to look." Maeve finally admits, bracing her hands on her hips as she turns her attention to Melita, sure that the other woman would likely agree with her.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
