Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-11457306-20141116191251

Riona punched her cousin as hard as she could in the face, rocking him back on his heels. "You are the reason I'm not getting any lunch.  You know how I am when I don't get food," she snarled.

Megan stepped back, wondering if Darach were going to respond in kind. She wasn't too happy either. They'd been headed for the dining room. There hadn't been any reason to detour to the library. She turned away from them and walked over to look at the armaments, wondering why they would need armor if they were mages. None of the stuff looked as if it would fit her.

She picked out the smallest pair of Imperial light boots she could find and tried them on. She felt as if she were a little girl playing in her father's boots. She put them back. The bracers were the same. Perhaps they could be trimmed and new holes cut, but there was no time for that now. She would have to rely on her enchanted robes and her Steadfast Ward.

The boys were crowding her and stepping on her in their quest for the perfect armor before someone else got it. She backed out of the melee, frowning. Instead she turned toward the packs and pouches. She rumagged until she found a waterskin and a worn but acceptable pouch. She had nothing to put into either, but at least she had them for when she did.

She sat down on a bench in the corner to wait.