Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-26267177-20141222042118

Calla approached the table, cleaning up the glass. Thankfully, due to her magical touch, the sweeping of glass wasn't a particular hassle. She was just thankful that no one had gotten cut on the shards thus far, lest there be blood stains. About halfway through, she took note of a piece of paper stuck to the table with a scalpel. Realizing that it was addressed to her, she picked it up.

After reading over the note, she promptly tucked it into a dress pocket and kept on sweeping. Her shoulders dropped in slight annoyance after a moment when she recalled that Plutarch was, indeed, the one who had shot the jar. Admittedly, she was a bit flushed by the note itself but refused to let her mind dwell on the specifics of how the outlaw planned on "paying her back".