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ThePezCat
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Serrana listened as the lutin spoke, willing to treat Nikolov with respect since he seemed to be doing the same with her. She also made a mental note never to call Tubgut that to his face, given the goblin's alleged strength and rank. "It's not a bad idea to keep them, they could be useful for other folks, they just won't do me - or most dancers - a lot of good."
The sorceress took the board and the charcoal and scribbled what she'd already mentioned on it - clothes, books, paper for letters... She tried to think of something she couldn't live without, but there really wasn't much. Her major hobbies were studying magic and dancing, both of which she would be able to do already. And while she enjoyed going home, it was more a place to rest and be secure than a place of sentimental value. Pursing her lips, Serrana tried to think of something else, before scribbling down several books and where to find them in her room. They were just storybooks from back home, but she read them sometimes when she was too tired to dance or study magic... one of them was the one her parents (and sometimes her brother) read to her when she was very little, so it definitely held some sentimental value to her, and likely would help to have here. She handed the board back to the lutin. "Unless they forget something, and assuming you'll feed me and give me a blanket, that should be all I need," the dancer said in an even tone, still not keen on the idea of being abducted, but also not planning on being rude to someone showing her some courtesy. "Thank you."
The sorceress took the board and the charcoal and scribbled what she'd already mentioned on it - clothes, books, paper for letters... She tried to think of something she couldn't live without, but there really wasn't much. Her major hobbies were studying magic and dancing, both of which she would be able to do already. And while she enjoyed going home, it was more a place to rest and be secure than a place of sentimental value. Pursing her lips, Serrana tried to think of something else, before scribbling down several books and where to find them in her room. They were just storybooks from back home, but she read them sometimes when she was too tired to dance or study magic... one of them was the one her parents (and sometimes her brother) read to her when she was very little, so it definitely held some sentimental value to her, and likely would help to have here. She handed the board back to the lutin. "Unless they forget something, and assuming you'll feed me and give me a blanket, that should be all I need," the dancer said in an even tone, still not keen on the idea of being abducted, but also not planning on being rude to someone showing her some courtesy. "Thank you."