[Center][h2][color=ed1c24]Aurora[/color][/h2][/center]

Rory pulled a small worn leather bundle from her pack and set it on the table. [Color=ed1c24]"To answer your question Brut. These were probably the best thing I was ever given. My brother Alex gave them me when I was about fifteen."[/color] As she spoke she unrolled the bundle to reveal several lock picks, tension bars, a small mirror mounted on a handle, a file, pliers, and pair of scissors with narrow blades. A few of the picks look as though they have been bent or twisted some, while others look as though they were newer. 
[Color=ed1c24]"I suppose more importantly he taught me how to use them.  It helped when I needed to get out of the stuffy confines of the house. More than once I had been locked in my room until I could be more lady like."[/color] Rory picked up one of the picks looking over it carefully. It was one of the picks she had used to open the side door to the estate grounds that she and Xander left their home through. It had served her well that night and on a few odd jobs. There was a small split in the metal where it had twisted to far. She was honestly surprised that it had lasted as long as it had. Placing it back in the bundle, Rory realized she had gotten lost in the memory of the night she left home. She forced a half smile before resuming her tale after realizing that it probably sounded like a bad situation.[Color=ed1c24]"Fortunately that provided lots of practice in opening locks. I'm not entirely sure my father and mother figured out I kept getting out. They even went so far as changing the locks on the door and windows at least multiple times in several months before resigning to the fact I would still find a way out."[/color]  The smile slowly faded as the elf told her tale. [Color=ed1c24]"Anyway, who else wants to share what the greatest thing they got?"[/color] Aurora asked in an attempt to divert the conversation away from herself.