Emerald Firegold
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She watched the underling run off to get her things with a smile. Doing something was better than sitting in her room or wandering around passing time until she was told she would be returning to the underdark or sent on a mission. She was never a patient one and never hid that fact, what was the point after all? Raising arms over her head she bent them at the elbow, one hand holding the other elbow so she stretched muscles that hadn’t been used in weeks. The action caused a wince.
Still stretching her arms she walked to the table behind him and then leaned against it “And I can attest to how fun that is. Does the mist put you to sleep or was that someone else?” the question was more of a thought as she remembered her own time in the mist. Removing the robe she tossed it on the table, waiting for the underling to return. Her chest was bandaged so it wasn’t like she was completely exposed, not that it would matter either way. She had no interest in any of the men here and if any of them had any in her they were wise enough to keep it to themselves as well as their eyes. Her hands rubbed at her neck and she frowned “Damn.” She muttered. Turning she looked at Ti’Then “Will you make a knife for me? Just for a minute, need something to pull my hair up.” she said knowing his first instinct would probably be to say no.
Still stretching her arms she walked to the table behind him and then leaned against it “And I can attest to how fun that is. Does the mist put you to sleep or was that someone else?” the question was more of a thought as she remembered her own time in the mist. Removing the robe she tossed it on the table, waiting for the underling to return. Her chest was bandaged so it wasn’t like she was completely exposed, not that it would matter either way. She had no interest in any of the men here and if any of them had any in her they were wise enough to keep it to themselves as well as their eyes. Her hands rubbed at her neck and she frowned “Damn.” She muttered. Turning she looked at Ti’Then “Will you make a knife for me? Just for a minute, need something to pull my hair up.” she said knowing his first instinct would probably be to say no.