[Pipe thus managed, those hands in question are idly layed one over another on the dry earth. Leaned on her elbow with her ankles still casually hooked one over the other, she doesn't seem to give any consideration to—
The magebane and garrote in her belt pouch, or the folding knife in her belt, or the more substantial blade in her boot, or the bright red lacquered hand crossbow propped just out of reach against a flat stone, and its corresponding collection of bolts whose respective poison tipped points are delineated by colored bands painted on their shafts.
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Date: 2022-07-20 07:03 pm (UTC)The magebane and garrote in her belt pouch, or the folding knife in her belt, or the more substantial blade in her boot, or the bright red lacquered hand crossbow propped just out of reach against a flat stone, and its corresponding collection of bolts whose respective poison tipped points are delineated by colored bands painted on their shafts.
No, she isn't that impatient.]