"Hey, I'm not little..." Tamara started before remember that now was not the best time to argue with some an assuming stranger about her age. She looked from out the window as Ma Delly, coninued to argue with the soldier and then turned back to him.<br/><br/>"You right. Soldier don't usually leave here in the same condition they came. What are you doing back here anyway? We don't usually allow patrons in the kitchen." She told him. She walked over to the broom closet and opening the door. She dug around for a little bit and pulled out an old broad sword and leaning it against the counter.<br/><br/>((You play two and I'll play two, sound good?))