Grandmaster
Dracomancer Elite
Lily Whiteflower/Mageblade of Phantoms
IN LAMIA SCALE GUILD HALL (Do you spell that with one word?)
Life for a certain sentient sword was very comfortable. Mop was glad he had the hindsight to have his Doll buy a thick blanket and fashion it into a sheath for her to carry. Right now he was on his doll's back, his handle poking over her right shoulder. The current Doll, which he had named Lily Whiteflower, not his most creative name, was seemingly enjoying herself sipping on some slightly above warm milk in a mug, just the way that she liked it, or rather, pretend liked it, she was a doll after all. She finished drinking it stretched out, letting out a low sounding hum of contentment, just as Mop had ordained. Idly, Mop wondered if there was anything he should do. Somehow, he felt that there should be more merrymaking, especially on Christmas Eve.
Slowly Lily stood up and carried her mug over to the bar. Maybe he could get around to more training? It wasn't that inconvenient, the cold, it was just rather inconvenient and he wanted the comfort of the blanket sheathe. Maybe he could treat himself this month with a nice polishing? The prospect sounded nice. A sword did need some spoiling every now and then. Maybe he should get his doll involved into some shenanigans? He was a bit overdue for his amusement. She eyed the people around her as she sat down near the bar, near the supply of her warm milk. He decided to wait for an opportunity to present itself. Maybe something worthwhile will come from waiting.