Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-11457306-20141022024737

Daria watched the two face off, her face non-committal, but her hand surrepticiously on her dagger. When Dral took his seat after the cat walked away, she grunted and stood, turning to limp away up the stairs for her room. (Or wherever it is.)

Tasha left the tree by walking out on a limb and leaping to another, moving off to gods knows where.

Brih pulled herself up using the ballistae as a support and also limped away, not hurt, really, but gods awful sore and bruised from using the big weapon. She caught up with Daria. "Um, I don't remember where my room is...could you..."

"You're in with me, Brih."

"Okay, thanks," she said in a small voice.

(Good night.  Back to work tomorrow.)