Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26163219-20150913193445/@comment-27235572-20150914021510

Bell froze, scythe mere inches from Sword Dancer's throat. It dawned on her that since the whole conflict had been bloodily resolved, her work was done. Patting Laurel on the back, she sidled out of the room, unfazed by the (possible) death that had just occured.

She stalked Venetia and Alxube carefully, lurking in the shadows with a manic sort of glee. She found Venetia to be an intriguing companion and was determined to help with whatever needed to be done. Sneaking into the library, she overheard their conversation, slowly approaching their table.

"Need any help?" Bell asked suddenly, likely startling them.