Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190204233516/@comment-24510587-20190207141602

"Really now?" Vyrine said, knowing just as well as Shrava that that wasn't true.

"I wouldn't be, in your place."

Alex went to sleep among these murderous mercenaries. It should he hostile territory, but it wasn't right now. Whether night passed or not was impossible to tell down here, but nonetheless she eventually woke back up. The room was a bit more empty than when she went to sleep; only a couple of mercenaries were present in the hall, one sat on a bunk and the other eating something at the table.

As Zaydate scooted about along the bottom of the pond, she came to find that it was entirely made up of large stone; in the centre, a large hexagonal ring could be seen, made of green-coloured stone. It was about a foot wide, and the ring had a diameter of approximately ten feet. The door was made up, as far as she could tell, from two heavy slabs of grey stone, inscribed with all sorts of ancient hieroglyphs and designs.

Along the ring, a number of evenly-spaced distinct symbols were visible: a fang, a flame, a bird, and an ublinking eye.

"I don't know," Marr murmured. "She seems to be telling the truth, which is more than I can say about Pilerius."

"I have not seen Lord Graicus since he left, last night," Mortimer said.