Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20200115143750/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200115160855

Echo was sharpening her knives. The gleaming gold blade looked up at her, as if saying, Please stab someone with me!

She sighed, and put them in her bag, and started counting the arrows in her quiver. Why couldn't she have happy knives?

-Chloe