<strong><span class="bbc_u">~Kamaria~</span></strong><br/><br/><br/>She listened, carefully. There was no response, but in the distance she heard soft thumping noises, like something hitting the floor... Her eyebrow raised slowly and the drow leaned closer to the door, her white nails pressed against it. She drew her dagger out of the sheath, and readied. Her ears picked up the sound of quiet, trained breathing. No, these were not thieves. They were<em>smarter</em>, more intelligent. If a battle came to be, she'd have to truly give out some energy and tactic instead of just busting them up like she did the street leeches from earlier.<br/><br/>The door creaked open, another inch, and another inch, and she finally saw someone.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed, the topaz colored hues setting firmly on the man. It was not the blacksmith, it was someone else. Was the blacksmith in trouble? Or danger? She<em>did</em>owe him the favor for his sword.<br/><br/>"I am looking for someone, do tell me, have you see the Blacksmith?" Kamaria said warily, gripping her dagger tight beneath the shelter of her cloak. Her lips were all that was seen of her face, and those softly glossed lips pursed into a wily grin as she heard some loud noise again from elsewhere in the home. "I would like to speak with him, if you will let me pass."<br/><br/><em>Or not, and I'll cut you down.</em>Now Kamaria had few vices, but one was a good fight. And her hand was creeping for her sword, her heart already beating faster. Test me, she thought, as if it would reach the man's mind.<em>Engage me.</em>