“I need clothes to fight in,” Adorna says to Asiya, “less ‘E-girl’ and more... Laura Croft. Not that I didn’t like your style… but I didn’t like your style. And we can’t fight with just the weapons we brought here. We need our stuff.”
“Oh! We got all of those from your room when you first came to the castle. I don’t know why I didn’t remember that before.” Asiya seems ruffled as she wrings her fingers. “We’ll get them to you.”
Sauda holds back from cussing at the young girl.
“Food too would be great,” says Jordan. The staff member, who is picking up a pile of dirty dishes next to the Shifter, freezes and death glares at him.
Sauda nods to Asiya, trying to hold in her anger at the ridiculous hour they spent trying to find clothes and fit their weapons when their gear was on hand the en
