The newcomer examines her own sword with pride. The double edged bronze blade reflects the light and the jewl encrusted hilt sparkles. The newcomer lays it on the table.
The newcomer hesitates for a moment. Absently drumming her fingers. "Redelle," she finally says and goes quiet once more.
out by! in "We can't call this 'The cafe of magical people,' because it needs ot look normal!! What if a normal person comes" says the stranger.
out lol sorry i misunderstood i just realized u were asking me to translate lol i thought u somehow had my sword and were examining the words on it :lol: lol i feel so dumb in
The stranger shrugs. She continues reading her book, and nobody realizes that she is looking in the magical artefact section to see if the sword is there.