Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-24510587-20160717094130

(Roighty, we'll put Glorfindel on autopilot until you return.)

Dunistair, like the others, trudged on, careful to not touch any of the corpses. But then, it happened. The Breton felt his foot getting stuck under something underwater. A tripwire. Having lost his balance, he stumbled down at the spike-ridden corpse lying right in front of him. Luckily, he felt a hand grab the back of his collar, suspending him in the air with his face mere inches from a pike.

The hand pulled him back, and when Dunistair regained his footing and turned around, he saw it belonged to Josephine. The knight nodded at her and continued, but not before muttering a "thanks."