<strong>Name;</strong>Zam Sharrow<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Prancing Pony, Everesta<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Kei Kyouki<br/><br/><em>... I'm screwed.</em><br/><br/>He opened his mouth to reply, found no words, and closed it again. He suspected he looked guilty enough as it was, without stammering through some made-up explanation to make it sound worse. He chose silence for a moment. While he thought of something - anything, really - to say, he prepared his shadow jump. Couldn't hurt to prepare.<br/><br/>It didn't help that her character had a physique tempered by years of hard living and battle. Firm, and filled out in all manner of pleasing ways. The muscles in her legs and shoulders were corded, flexed beneath her pale, scarred skin, holding her body in a martial guard stance. What looked suspiciously like a chamber pot was held high, ready to swing or throw at him. He barely dared to move, in case he provoked her. While he was quick and agile, he had no illusions as to who would win any fight between them, whether or not she was naked and (mostly) unarmed. There was also the fact that she was a head taller than him.<br/><br/>He badly wanted to know about her - she was the first light-type here to smile at him in... well, ever, if his memory could be relied upon. But just standing in her personal rooms was probably enough to ensure at least another scar if he tarried too long. There was no real way they could be friends, was there?<br/><br/>He cleared his throat. "Truth be told, miss, I think I'm about as certain of that as you are." The moment stretched on uncomfortably. "I should leave. I know you won't believe me until you've counted everything, but you have my word that I touched none of your belongings."<br/><br/>He finished his spell, and the shadows reached forth to twine around him, swirling around his form from the feet upwards.<em>Come <strong>on</strong></em>, he willed. Why did this spell seem to take so long to complete right when he needed it most?