[Isabela's come to a sadly bugless area of the ship, much to her displeasure. She'd missed the thrill of a good fight. The danger. The excitement. The sudden resistance as the blades of her daggers met flesh. Or... whatever equivalent bugs have to flesh. The one downside is the lack of plundering she can do with these bodies. Even the spiders in Kirkwall had dropped something when they died even if it wasn't much.
On the plus side Ray's here. That's nearly as good as having something to kill. She leans on the wall next to where he's working, daggers still drawn and every bit as gore splattered as she is.]
Well, I'm glad one of us has found something worth stealing.
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On the plus side Ray's here. That's nearly as good as having something to kill. She leans on the wall next to where he's working, daggers still drawn and every bit as gore splattered as she is.]
Well, I'm glad one of us has found something worth stealing.