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23.03.2024, 12:50
Your eyebrows rise up when he takes the dagger, pointing at himself, telling you that it is his now. Something in you stirs; something that isn't quite happy; something that you shove back down. No need to start a fight over something you are stealing either way.
(You might steal it back from him when he isn't looking later.)
Just my luck.
Tilting your head, you look at him, watching him, crossing your arms slowly, but there is a smile playing on your lips. There is something about him, always has been from the start - even at the very start, when he tried to kill you. (Twice.) When he held a dagger to your throat and when he tried drinking your blood, sneakily.
But that something surely isn't going to stop you from wanting that dagger back.
You wouldn't know how much to sell it for.
What it's worth; the stone engraved in it. You wonder where those goblins got it from - it doesn't look like it's from around here.
(You might steal it back from him when he isn't looking later.)
Imza
Tilting your head, you look at him, watching him, crossing your arms slowly, but there is a smile playing on your lips. There is something about him, always has been from the start - even at the very start, when he tried to kill you. (Twice.) When he held a dagger to your throat and when he tried drinking your blood, sneakily.
But that something surely isn't going to stop you from wanting that dagger back.
Imza
What it's worth; the stone engraved in it. You wonder where those goblins got it from - it doesn't look like it's from around here.
