Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150102153314/@comment-3293219-20150105123457

A tall mirror in the arch mage's quarters began to shimmer as a figure slowly stepped through it, Arrietty, with her sickle bound to her waist took care as she entered the room. She slowly looked around, to make sure that the room was definitely empty, from the sounds and looks of it, it was.

The Breton breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her tensed shoulders as she slowly stepped deeper into the room and began to rumage around the draws.

Alright, let's just hope that you have something good for me...