A rustling fabric sound, then from a pile of cushions in a separate corner emerges a very ruffled Kerryn.
She had been mid-banter with her brother like, five seconds ago. Where the hell was she??? Not that she wasn’t used to appearing in random places, stars knew that’s how she was given her job in the first place, but…
The sound of voices catches her attention.
She squints, head tilting as she listens. ‘Antique journal of the alchemical arts’? ‘Five-Pebbles’? What in the fantasy dark-academia novel had she stumbled into…
The girl absentmindedly brings a hand up to wipe away the black blood sluggishly dripping from yet another careless cut on her cheek, momentarily distracted as she stares at the strange others in the room. A gangster, a Victorian looking woman, and some…creature? Huh.