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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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The jar lid popped open rather suddenly, causing her to loose grip on it and sending it into the air, only to plop right down on her head a few seconds later. Some sort of strange amber crystal? She couldn't really tell in this terrible lighting. Oh well, it was probably nothing, so she placed the open jar and the lid back on the table. Prescott seemed quite pleased with the blade, keeping it on the other side of his waist in an extra loop on his belt. He'd need a sheathe for it but if he could get the blacksmith to touch it up a bit, it should be a good blade.

[b]"Oi,"[/b] Valora narrowed her eyes at the shifting shadows. [b]"Someones down there."[/b] She quietly spoke, motioning for the both of them to quit what they were doing. Prescott turned his attention from the sword towards the hallway, leaving the room along with Isabella. [b]"Quiet - it might be the other soldiers, it might not be. Prescott, with me. Princess, behind us."[/b] Nodding, Prescott moved up, just behind Valora with Isabella bringing up the rear as the trio moved quietly towards the light.