Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-30715799-20191119022530

Kelli pulls one of the little paper and herb "sticks" out of a pack and lights it, moving away from the others a little as she did so. The woman then slides her knife out of its sheath and inspects its edge. She speaks a soft prayer as smoke drifts lazily around her head, a prayer for guidance, as she worked her finger across the blade. Smooth, honed as well as it could be by her hand.

'Have to stay sharp. This isn't an attack, no reprisal was to be given save the letter... she was going to have to rely on her mind more than her gun here...', Kelli thought to herself, pacing slowly around the left side of the Chimera.