Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-3293219-20131209141509

The imperial ran into the kitchen and began to rummage through cupboards.

"How did this happen?" The dark elf didn't look up as she tended to the wound.

"Annis Oakley over there, shot me!" Manja replied, bitterly. Though the bitterness was mostly bought on by the pain that she felt in her shoulder.

"You're lucky that Lucia is such a crappy shot..." The elf muttered, rubbing something into the wound.

"Am not! Father says that I'm better than any blade that he's ever seen."

Manja hit her hand on the table as the pain shot through her shoulder, "honey, I'm sure that they're are quadrouple amuptees that shoot better than the blades do..." Manja began to chuckle, wondering where those blades were now and wondering if they ever figured out how to tie their own shoe laces. Maybe Corelas knocked some sense into them...

Corelas...