Talk:Race for the Four Keys/@comment-37844310-20191231052417

Kaj: "don't worry about that Dovellin, I'll be keeping watch tonight" *she pulls down her rope with a quick yank as that would be an indication that someone was down in the hole. She folds the rope up and sticks it into her bag. After she does that, she pulls a beautiful intricately carved and beautifully painted, although chipped and used, pipe from her bag. From the capsule hanging from her neck, she pulls a wad of dried leaves. Kaj stuff's the leaves into her pipe and lights it, an instant sweet almost strawberry smell wafts through the air, setting a feeling of peace to everyone. Humming softly she sings to herself the song of the whip-poor-will, one of her favorite bird songs, this on in particular she learned from a broken hearted bird who dreamed for a warm spring* "it's a beautiful night" *her mask sits beside her, even its hopeless dead lens eyes seemed peaceful and hopeful*