Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160518042413/@comment-7497475-20160723042548

Sherry couldn't help but glance at Nox.

''So childish. He's not noisy as least.''

Returning her attention to more important matters, and people, Sherry gazed at the second sword next to the first. It was identical. At least to her eyes. A blacksmith, she was not. But she did realise something from this.

"These swords, the girls around the shrine have the same swords don't they?"

It was a curious thing. If Lady Girudo protected everyone here, why did they need swords themselves? A sense of protection perhaps? Sherry couldn't figure it out, pushing the idea back in her mind.