Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-10380701-20140215071114

Schatten felt at ease as Cain reassured him. Then again, all of them left anyways so the uneasy presence was no longer there.

Arya sat in a nearby park, eating a sandwich she brought along for lunch. On her left hand, she's using her scroll to contact Licht to gather some intel on the people she met that day. It wasn't going smoothly, as Arya doesn't know their names, giving Licht major trouble researching about them.

Taking another bite, she was beginning to lose her patience and subsequently closed her scroll. Her mind drifted back into Cain's words earlier.

"Where my daughter goes and does as our master's servant is our master's concern. Where she goes as my daughter is my own."

''Come to think of it... Did I give them as much freedom as I think? Or were they my slaves since childhood?''

She took another bite in her sandwich, but paused. She told Licht not to put pickles. There's a pickle in her mouth right now.