Arabelle

Approved.

“It’s fine, you did wonderfully.” Her voice had the undertone of a gentle reprimand as her favorite merchant, once again, grew anxious over the time it took for her to finish the order. Arabelle ran a hand down the proverbial holy sword’s radiant blade (but with Burn? oh well-), and she marked that down for the crate An had been keeping for her unique identifications. For later use, whatever it would be. “Maybe we could auction it off. Or sell it for a high price, split the earnings. These things are low supply-high demand, you know? Especially weapons.” A scythe!‌ She had to wonder how o

Approved.