RP: Roxanne & Open Who: Roxanne and Open When: March 17, morning Where: The dungeons What: Nothing going on here. All totally above board.
Roxanne was on her hands and knees, rummaging through the back of an old cupboard in one of the store rooms. You never knew what you might find in this old castle. Sure, there were about a million dented cauldrons and the odd woodlouse, but she'd also found a decent pair of cribbing cuffs and an enchanted tape measure, both of which she reckoned she could put to good use.
Still, she wasn't totally sure what the rules were regarding 'found' items. As her Dad had always said, it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
But thinking of her Dad made her sad (and a poet, apparently), so Rox pushed that thought away and instead clambered further into the cupboard. That was when she heard someone enter the room behind her. Surprised, she sat bolt upright, cracking her head on the top of the cupboard.