<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a9/77/cf/a977cfccc935943fad2d001ec527a420.jpg)</div>Menzoza Kilrahel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=906273)<br/><br/>Menzoza looks up at the sign and gives it some though, before putting her pack down and going through it as the others muse over the options. She retrieves a small bottle of black ink and sets it down on the ground, popping the cork off with a casual flick of her thumb.  At least it was probably ink, it was certainly a dark liquid and let's leave it at that.<br/><br/>"The sword seems the more interesting choice, but as our beautifully toned priestess here says you got to play to your strengths and I have always liked to do things with a flourish" Menzoza says as she withdrew her rapier.<br/><br/>Stabbing it down towards the inkwell, she deftly wets the tip of the rapier as the blade pierces through the hole and her bladework is a blur as she quickly whips the sword across the sign, black trails of ink sliced across it as she works. She might not have the strength that Miranda was enraptured by but she was an elf and when it came to fine dexterity she could cut the wings off a fly and then slice a note into it's chest reminding it that you never took up residence in the lair of a spider queen.<br/><br/>With one last flick of the blade that actually cut bit into the sign to underscore Menzonza's response, she stood back and put her hands on her hips, rather proud with her work.<br/><br/>Beneath the signs question "WE PICK THE PEN-SWORD" glistened in still drying ink.