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<blockquote data-quote="Mark" data-source="post: 157203" data-attributes="member: 5">Ponulia looks crestfallen.&nbsp; She bows her head for a moment and remains silent.&nbsp; Finally she manages some words.&nbsp; &quot;I suppose that Father might be upset if we destroyed the door.&nbsp; He's spending a lot of money on repairing this place and hopes that it will become a steady second income for us.&nbsp; If I were to rush home and check, I know he keeps some spare keys on a ring in his desk.&nbsp; Perhaps one of them will work this lock and we will be able to gain access to what lies beyond…&quot;She trails off and the three adventurers have a moment to drink in the beauty of this young woman.&nbsp; The darkness of the warehouse deepens the blackness of her hair giving it an almost bluish sheen.&nbsp; Falling down over her shoulders, it contrasts her lightly, tanned skin.&nbsp; Her lips, pouting slightly with frustration, quivers with each utterance and a spasm briefly wracks her frame as she wards off another bout of tears.&nbsp; Slowly, Ponulia slips off of the crate on which she has perched and moves toward the exit of the warehouse.In the silence of the room a slight, skittering sound is heard from the far side of the locked door.&nbsp; A subtle scraping that could be anything from the careful moving of a small object across a floor, a shoe, a keg, a…&quot;Damn the keys!&nbsp; Break it down!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Mark, post: 157203, member: 5"] Ponulia looks crestfallen. She bows her head for a moment and remains silent. Finally she manages some words. "[color=deeppink]I suppose that Father might be upset if we destroyed the door. He's spending a lot of money on repairing this place and hopes that it will become a steady second income for us. If I were to rush home and check, I know he keeps some spare keys on a ring in his desk. Perhaps one of them will work this lock and we will be able to gain access to what lies beyond…[/color]" She trails off and the three adventurers have a moment to drink in the beauty of this young woman. The darkness of the warehouse deepens the blackness of her hair giving it an almost bluish sheen. Falling down over her shoulders, it contrasts her lightly, tanned skin. Her lips, pouting slightly with frustration, quivers with each utterance and a spasm briefly wracks her frame as she wards off another bout of tears. Slowly, Ponulia slips off of the crate on which she has perched and moves toward the exit of the warehouse. In the silence of the room a slight, skittering sound is heard from the far side of the locked door. A subtle scraping that could be anything from the careful moving of a small object across a floor, a shoe, a keg, a… "[color=deeppink]Damn the keys! Break it down![/color]" [/QUOTE]

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