Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-3293219-20150321205926

Arrietty remained silent as she looked up to Dace, the orange glow illuminating half of her face as she continued to think about everything that she had lost. Her sickle was in that inn, as was her clothes and a number of other things.

But...

She gasped, reaching for her chest and feeling the key, that she had tied around her neck on a rope, no her key was still there. She could still acess her savings, though with so much coin and no way to distribute it...

She'd have to trust the others...