Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190305012653/@comment-24510587-20190305172557

"Do you think a few drops of poison are going to be the death of me?" Morgus scoffed, fully leaning against the altar now.

"No, but we are," Marr's voice came from up ahead. He stood at the top of the ramp leading down into the hall from the corridor above, side by side with the fellowship.

Morgus chuckled softly. "Ah, Inquisitor Thiel, I was wondering when you would arrive..."