[You could never call Rose cowardly, at least not the the realms of real, physical danger. Needles spark in her hands in an instant, muscles tense and aware as she traverses a little further into the room.
It's dark. She can't see anything. But she knows better than to turn on the light, further alert anything to her presence.
If only she realized trolls were nocturnal creatures.]
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It's dark. She can't see anything. But she knows better than to turn on the light, further alert anything to her presence.
If only she realized trolls were nocturnal creatures.]