Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-5290299-20130919225739

Zaffre skipped around, making sure no spec of dust was left in the wake of her cleaning spree. Her smile beamed like the sun, to the point the brightness was almost annoying. She knew normal people were not THIS happy when doing chores or cleaning, but she was certaintly content. The female weaponsmith sat on a chair as she awaited the Huntsmen wanting their upgrades on their weapons. If there was one thing she could do, was a decent upgrade and cleaning of the weapon. Speaking of weapons, the female trained her eyes to the black box on the counter.

"Lupinus...there must be something I am missing...."