[Perhaps unsurprisingly, there was one particular German kansen that was behind the countertop; one that's been very present in Sofia's life since her arrival. Though truth be told, that definition could apply to some of Ironblood's major membership, there was one person that truly applied by way of recency. And that person was Ulrich von Hutten. In rather appropriate form, she was wearing her uniform for the occasion; she was also already brewing something up at the time Sofia arrived, and had taken opportunity to clean up a few stray specks of chocolate crumbs left behind by the destroyers.
Ulrich turns her head to look at Sofia; as she does, she wipes down the last few stains.]
If you understand that much, it's not even worth guessing who did it. You know who, by now.
Starting us off with the goth!
Ulrich turns her head to look at Sofia; as she does, she wipes down the last few stains.]
If you understand that much, it's not even worth guessing who did it. You know who, by now.