Sephiroth: *spends the next few hours ratting through Jenna’s stuff, soon finding a small intricate golden stick-mace, assuming it’s some kind of ornamental walking stick or rod. He takes it with him, finding it to be of interest. He carries it down the stairs with him, setting it on the table as he sits back down on the bed, checking it over, pondering in thought* Hmm.. *deviously smirks, glancing up the stairs, plotting something*
