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"When I die, I want t'have earned it," a smile is cocked her way, "I'll take a cheated sod's blade over one of these gimicky traps. Blasted things don't know whether they're striking stone or flesh, yeah? You'd best sharpen your disarming skills fast, lass, lest one of these off you and you end up cutting about your afterlife with no tale t'tell other than of your own clumsy foolishness."

WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE || ACCEPTING

           "   WE ARE NOT TO DIE THIS NIGHT --   ”   said with almost too much seriousness, though she does listen to his words with a surprisingly level of interest ; the most subtle of smiles resting on her face. clumsy, he says. foolish, he says. and she cannot help but chuckle lightly in the face of their situation -- surrounded, almost entirely, by trap and trounce ready to rip them limb from limb. and yet she grins, knowing her disarming skills to be less than laudable, and passes him by with a gentle brush of furs and leather, head canting aside in dastardly play.   “   I have no intention of having the gods believe me to be clumsy or foolish.   ”

           words said in perfect timing with a stahlrim axe lifted and hauled down HARD onto the traps releasing mechanism -- for what she lacks in steady, thieving hands, she makes up for in a terrifyingly observant eye. trap destroyed, the soldier saunters with purpose through the remaining wreckage, moving aside scraps with bootheels so that his way would be clear and easy. her head is thrown over her shoulder ; throws him a smile.   “   come now, lad. no more talk of dying or death -- you haven’t earned it yet.   ”