Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-10906938-20130720013609/@comment-11457306-20130723014750

(Allysa could have picked a master lock. The Carriage was wrecked.  Sigh.  So, we leave the Scrolls behind.  Can the Assassin at least have brought me my pack?  I don't want to lose my supplies, especially the Skooma.  I paid a lot for it.)

Exhausted, angry, confused and very, very dirty, Allysa followed the group down into the sewers. Two Skeevers ran at them and she threw her small dagger at one and kicked the other so hard he split open against the wall he hit. She felt a little better after that. She always felt better after she spilled blood. She retrieved her dagger and returned to the group. She looped a hand in the back strap of Jim's armor to keep from losing her way in the dark and thought gloomy thoughts.