Sleeb the Napping Blade

Lying on her back, Sleeb played with Milton, her cow plush she had made, and Boris, her favorite elephant plush. She was on the floor of a ship, one that he just been in quite the battle. Yet she seemed calm and care-free as usual, despite the fact that Castian had just barely saved her from being crushed to death that very day. The island Keep of Zhents had come into view, and she had packed her things to get ready. Her Rapier rolled back and forth on the floor boards neck to her, as she made voices for the stuffed animals. Her pointed ears twitched with each creak of the ship, and she watched everyone as she played, out of the corner of her eye. Everyone was so serious all the time, and she wasn't sure that they were all very nice people, but she had signed their contract. She was park of the Art Blades now, What kind of blade should I be?, glancing to her Rapier, she pondered. Maybe the 'Playful Blade' or the 'Twirling Blade'...