[The alert ping sounds to an empty room. His heavily scuffed and dinged laptop is on the floor, kicked haphazardly somewhere up beneath the bed. Wherever he's gone off to, he couldn't be bothered to lug the thing along.
But that isn't significant, he almost never takes anything with him that isn't that sword. That the brown and gold lacquered sheath isn't laying around in his room is a sure sign she can't hope to find him here, and there's no telling when he'll show up again.
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But that isn't significant, he almost never takes anything with him that isn't that sword. That the brown and gold lacquered sheath isn't laying around in his room is a sure sign she can't hope to find him here, and there's no telling when he'll show up again.
Not much sense in leaving notes for the dead.]