Hands finished the song he played, noticing several new folks coming in. "How nice," he thought smiling. One though, captured his attention more than the rest, a young lady with dark hair, and a scythe which was deposited at the front. She didn't appear to be a farmer's daughter, but she looked like to could reap something with that tool. He smiled in her direction, not knowing if she saw him or not. She seemed engrossed, reading something.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6107" data-username="@KT-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6107/">@KT-chan</a>