Keela was, above all else, exceptionally bored.  It had been a slow, and by slow she meant standstill, week.  She currently was sitting in her living room amidst her sparse furnishings, her Shiftweave outfit on and in the form of her somewhat revealing Casual attire, with her armor and weapons nearby, clearly within arms reach.  She passed the idle time twirling a dagger, with each hand; it served as practice for ambidexterity, which she  still could improve on so that she could utilize a larger blade in her left hand.<br/><br/>Off in a corner lay Fenrir, on his back and clearly asleep and not proving to be much company at the moment.  Keela sighed, and dropped her knives down to the floor, with a clank and clutter.  At least Fenrir was awake, if barely, and the way he whined sleepily brought an amused smile to Keela's face.    She then got up and stretched; she'd been sitting in that chair for a while and her ass was starting to cramp up, weird as that sounded in her mind.  Arms stretched above her head and back arched slightly, Keela wondered if today would be her lucky day, and she'd actually get a customer.  She'd really like to be able to buy food later on...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sounds like a good start to me</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Spells<br/><em>Ranger</em><br/>1: Longstriderx2<br/><br/><em>Druid</em><br/>0: Cure Minor Wounds x2, Detect Magic, Mending x2<br/>1: Cure Light Wounds x2, Produce Flame, Jump<br/>2: Bull's Strength, Cat's Grace, Bark Skin, Warp Wood<br/>3: Cure Moderate Wounds, Stone Shape, Wind Wall</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>