Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20190218230651/@comment-2165692-20190327022751

Kyrenir appeared to still be in Torpor, she appeared to be sleeping to any non-nemer, she had picked a seat right next to the wall of the carriage, and her body was pressed against it in order to stay upright.

Naigron inspected the blade he had made, it glinted in the sunlight. (Let's just say it's morning now, you don't seem to care much what time of day it is, and it won't matter underground.)

Ilaaris walked deeper in, she stopped before a man who seemed to be sitting on a bench near the door to the chambers of the Heralds and the Priests and Priestesses. His trademark black backswept hair, red eyes and black cloak

"So you came after all, eh. Raqorith." Ilaaris noted

Raqorith opened an eye to look at her "The cursed one." he inspected the cracks "Doesn't seem to have progressed, I supposed the Adlermer kept any miscreants at bay." he stood "I don't have much of a choice, most of the other Heralds seem to look at me for guidance, our Lord doesn't visit much, you know?" he continues

Ilaaris chuckled "Well, keep at it. You must be doing something right if he hasn't punished you yet." Ilaaris said and went to her own chambers.