Echoing Jean's thought: What in the seven hells is an Agent?
"A librarian! You know how to read!" Mort'ajha says brightly.
"Oh that's delightful. Some day I'll have to stop by so you can read me a story~" She practically purrs these words before one bolt of twill catches her attention. She clutches it up like a baby and twirls with it. It's a deep red color, not quite blood but close enough.
"Wearing armor all the time must be so hot! And difficult! I'd much prefer to be able to run away if trouble were coming to find me. Anyroad..." She shoves the bolt into their hands. "What do you think!?"
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"A librarian! You know how to read!" Mort'ajha says brightly.
"Oh that's delightful. Some day I'll have to stop by so you can read me a story~" She practically purrs these words before one bolt of twill catches her attention. She clutches it up like a baby and twirls with it. It's a deep red color, not quite blood but close enough.
"Wearing armor all the time must be so hot! And difficult! I'd much prefer to be able to run away if trouble were coming to find me. Anyroad..." She shoves the bolt into their hands. "What do you think!?"