<div class="floatright">(https://24.media.tumblr.com/ad668c90074e380175e329bb62e0f1a2/tumblr_n1xkxo6jR21sn3ne4o1_500.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Persephone<br/>Players Nearby : Emmalyn<br/>Location: Scarlet Rest House<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I am training you for a bit, something came up so that we are going to need to speed up your training somewhat." Persephone pointed over to the other side of the room where a replica of Persphone's armor hung, though it looked to be in Emmalyn's size. "You will earn the right to wear that. But for the day, you are going to need to amp yourself up a bit. So get dressed in something sleek, allowing for lots of movement. Also those clothes are enchanted. So even if you try, you can't copy them with your dragon magic. Trust me, I have tried." When you do what Persephone does, qualms about nudity were thrown out the window, just as her sexuality was. "Oh do not worry Emmalyn, I have seen more of you than a medicine man has so you can drop the modesty."<br/><br/>"So for your first test, you will notice that some things are missing from your room. Tell me exactly what they are. And then when you do, I will tell you where you can find them and how long you have till their destruction." Persephone's voice dropped to a deadpan, super serious voice till a smile and happiness filled her voice when she spoke the word destruction. The room, like many other rooms in any Inn anywhere in this country consisted of a small closet, a dresser and a lantern one could light at night. Surprisingly, the room had been cleaned too cleanly. Any early dust marks or traces of prints Emmalyn could have hoped to gleam with her natural sense seemed burned away. "Burned" is not the right word. All traces were scrubbed away with such an incredible heat the room would never be so clean as its current state.<br/><br/>To facilitate her test, all drawers were open, closet doors were open and each container lie open to expose its contents. "You have to do it from bed. You are not allowed to stand up." Persephone reached along the side of her hip, applying pressure to it as if she could restrain her. Slightly turning her head, Persephone's eyes reflected a fire not present in the room. In the closet, there were clothes hung up neatly, more so than when she hung them up. Maybe there were more clothes than when she hung them up. Maybe there were less. Her pack rested open on the chair against the far wall, the two edges of the bag touching each other a darkness filling the space between them. In the drawer, there appeared to be several items from her pack.<br/><br/>"Look and deduce what I took before I take it from you." A dark voice spoke, a heat wafting off of her.