Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150317003537

Ayana would hear some laughter behind her. It was that of a young man, or maybe even a teenager. A voice, that of the same person, called out "hmm, I surmised it pretty quick, lady. You are skilled with ebony smithing, right? If you help me capture the black sword, I will need you to cooperate with me to make it usable."

"There's no need to turn around, you won't see me by the time my monologue ends. Just know, there are people waiting everywhere ... if you render your help, we will be more than greatful."

If Ayana/Aramis turned, she would see no one at all.

Vladimir didn't stop. With his mutated strain, he wouldn't actually run out of stamina that fast, unless he just kept up a full sprint. But he didn't. He knew when to go fast and when to rest.

"Dang. How far do you think I ran?"