Spirits of Mana - The Holy Sword - BEGIN!

[celest]

Lanka drops the coins on the counter.

"Thank you very much."

She walks slowly to her room and lays down on the bed. She stares at the ceiling as she waits for her water allowing her mind to dift as to what she wanted to do. At the time she didn't have much of a purpose. She felt like she should journey here after leaving the temple but that didn't leave her with much. She wil look into those that attacked her, but it was probably wasn't all that uncommon so that won't last long.

If she was luckly she might find someone that will pay her for something in the morning. That or she might catch wind of something interesting.

[authroroniel]

As he cast the spell, he could feel the energy take the form of a blade of frozen ice, before it shattered and sent itself into his hands. The gauntlets would now be glowing blue.

The leader of the Sahagin pointed its spear at him, and the other two dashed ahead, ready to skewer him with their weapons.

Marcaes: (IIIIIIIIII)

Sahagin 1: (IIII)
Sahagin 2: (IIII)
Sahagin 3: (IIII)

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The door opened a few minutes later, and a young servant girl (human, she could smell) walked inside, carrying a glass of water and a pitcher. "Here's your water, miss..." she said, a bit nervous.

[celest]

Lanka sits up and smiles kindly at the girl. "Excuse my appearance. I ran into some trouble outside of town. don't worry I won't hurt you."

She stands up and walks over to her a pulls out a coin. "Thank you for the water." she says as she hands the coin to the girl. She pours herself a glass and chugs it down.

"That was just what I needed."