Snippet #1246848

Clarissa had been the last one out that night. Her shirt was torn and she had a scratch, but she made it out alright. "Well Clarissa, maybe you should have listened to your father and paid more attention to the knights, at least when they were training, then you would have learned to doge!" she spoke to herself. She touched her arm and it hurt, but a little pain wouldn't stop her. Noble or not, she was not fragile and wimpy like some noble women. She noticed a campfire going and came up to the group. "Do you guys mind if I sit here, the night is cool." {Assuming you don't dismiss her like buttheads} She sat down and took a cloth out of her pocket, rubbing off the blood and pressed down, stopping the bleeding. In her other hand she opened it up and in it was a tooth, similar to what another man was holding. She would have been lucky and got the creature by suprise, but she had dropped the metal she was trying to pack in her blunderbuster. In the end she managed to her her pistol and shoot it mercifully, but she didn't like using that, she only had so many bullets. She noticed the nights and the magic users, they were all well adapted. She was a noble girl who rebelled against her father and learned mechanics and sciences, without her weapons, she was useless. "I'd rather die in an adventurer then die of boredom as a proper noble wife" she muttered to herself.