You jab experimently at the air with your dagger, testing its balance.
[Room That Storyline Is Currently In]
There's a bunch of people here, and a GM run NPC you want an RPA from.
Also here: Other people
You flail!
You leap from hiding to attack!
You adopt an agreeable expression.
When I confirm WHO FULL
You had better pay your guild dues before you forget. You are 113 months behind.
Explosive punch to the face leaves little else than a pulpy mass of blood, bone, and brain matter!