Whizzle leaned on the railing of the building's second floor thinking where he should go after safely getting away from the hazard library, the borrowed tome balanced on the top of his head as he looked downward and saw Meira marching with a bloodied sword and hands. She looked upset, which he took as an invitation.
"Oh, that's a familiar looking sword, did you partake in a pre-dinner robbing?" he said.

