Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20180113222405

It was a simple assignment.

Bring back spoils of a hunt. In pairs, drawn by random lot.

Ablative, without a doubt, was excited. Finally, a chance to put skill in practicality! She was getting quite sick of theory and study.

Her partner, by the looks of it, seemed pretty decently capable at the subject, too. So, at the very least, she wasn't going to carry the task all by herself, or be forced to drag a whimpering prince around.

She strolled out over to him. Stuck out her hand, cockily and grinned. “Ablative Charming. We’re going to kill this thing.” 