[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Holding Room[/h2]
[sub]Still no [s]pickles[/s] weapons[/sub][/center]

Zerraf's mouth twitched upon entering the HOLDING ROOM. All of this space... and no rapier or flintlock to find. Breezing over the prisoners with a disengaged glance, Zerraf spun upon his heel as a wobbly top and turned toward the door. A single stride put his head at its frame, and with a craning hook he placed his eyes about the corner to watch for the charging Krunklets. Once they were in speaking distance, Zerraf would request the location of his things once again. [color=ed1c24]"Ey-ey. You there. Or maybe you there."[/color] Zerraf's wrist escaped his pocket, pointing at the Krunklets with a drooping finger. [color=ed1c24]"I need my sword and gun before I can leave. Also, how's that pillow coming?"[/color]