Separate names with a comma.
Kaitlyn: looking around stunned at the magnificent hall they're in. Ashamed of her rags and dirty face.
Kaitlyn: paces for a few minutes deciding what to do about the job offer. Decides to take it and runs to the castle. Asks for percyous.
Kaitlyn: watches him go and peeks into the sack gasping.
Kaitlyn: I've never sold such a sword before. I don't know it's worth.
Kaitlyn: nods and turns away to get back to work.
Kaitlyn: nervous..., what ever you see fit sir.
Kaitlyn: has worked tirelessly through the night to creat a sword with almost perfect balance, that's slim enough to be concealed extremely...
Kaitlyn: considers it. Tomorrow.
Kaitlyn: yes sir. I can do that.
Kaitlyn: o.o watches people file out. Getting nervous.
Kaitlyn: y-yes sir.
Bows******
Kaitlyn: sees Percyous coming and vows respectively as one should to a member of the royal court or who has a high position.
Kaitlyn: wipes her hands and brow as she walks out of her job as a blacksmith filthy. People stare and stick up their noses as aha starts to walk...
Kaitlyn: making some daggers expertly. Covered in soot.
Kaitlyn: covered in soot
Kaitlyn: here's the king out of an open window. Mumbles. I suppose that's all that we are huh? Commoners.