Najaran had been gathering clothes to wash and had gotten lost again. She was totally going to blame the laundry in her arms for how she missed the signs that had been put up throughout the train specifically because she kept getting lost. On a train. That was basically just a straight line. It's a gift.
But as soon as she saw what looked like a monster in the room, and a kid in pain she dropped the clothes and put a hand behind her back. Two cards flew into her hand from the pouch she wore on a gaudy gold and purple belt that did not go well with her team orange gear. Attached to that belt also was what looked like a cane with a man's face carved into one side of it, actual hair making up his drooping whiskers though he was otherwise bald.
"Lady Najaran," the can warned.
She nodded, holding up the cards. "I know." she looked to the creature. "If you are here in peace say so, but I won't let you hurt anyone on this train!"
Ken might notice, or might not, that her bare arms - she had cut the sleeves off her shirt - lacked an SCA.
TRaining, whenever!
But as soon as she saw what looked like a monster in the room, and a kid in pain she dropped the clothes and put a hand behind her back. Two cards flew into her hand from the pouch she wore on a gaudy gold and purple belt that did not go well with her team orange gear. Attached to that belt also was what looked like a cane with a man's face carved into one side of it, actual hair making up his drooping whiskers though he was otherwise bald.
"Lady Najaran," the can warned.
She nodded, holding up the cards. "I know." she looked to the creature. "If you are here in peace say so, but I won't let you hurt anyone on this train!"
Ken might notice, or might not, that her bare arms - she had cut the sleeves off her shirt - lacked an SCA.