Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140528025208/@comment-11457306-20140602000242

Brihanna had been quiet all this time. She hurt more than ever now. The hallucinogen had not only given her a headache but had intensified the aches and pains in the rest of her body where she had been battered by the falling stonework. This was not the reason for her silence, though. She was lucky enough to have been left with her gloves. Not all the tips were intact, but enough fingers still had the silver claws in place to give her a sharp edge to work with. She was patiently sawing away at the rope which bound her wrists.

(If you want me to remove this, I will Shille.  I never really did a full card on Brihanna, I only pointed you to Blood on the Ice.  But she wears leather gloves which have silver tips on the fingers.)