Weird kid, who just took surveys? Whatever, she had nothing better to do. [b]"Sixteen, my noble arms is a sack that spews rocks."[/b] Nishka said bluntly and took it out, holding it up for a few seconds than shaking out a constant stream of rocks for about five seconds before pocketing it again with a trail of stones behind her. It was a fairly nice sack, red velvety cloth with gold embroidery on it. [b]"Need anything else blondie?"[/b] Names were so troublesome to use and even worse to remember. It was better to give people nicknames and get them used to it. Easier for everyone that way in her opinion.