Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140326000754

Daria worked her way down through the decks, keeping an eye out for any other prisoners who might pose a threat. Twice she avoided groups doing the same thing she was--searching for the key or anything they could use.

This is futile, she thought. Anything of use or any food was already gone. Finally, in a storeroom four decks below the top deck, she saw the glint of glass back in a corner behind some barrels. She rolled the barrels out of the way with difficulty and pulled out a dark bottle. It was unlabeled, but she could see where the label had once been. She pulled the cork and cautiously sniffed, jerking her head back quickly.

She recognized the scent, for she had smelled in once before, just before her ex-lover's rival had fallen in his final death throes.

She replaced the cork carefully and tucked the small phial into her jerkin. Anyone seeing her would have been surprised at the evil smile which curved her pretty lips.