Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-5614539-20150213082637

Thryssa sat against a frosty wall, breathing heavily as she took her hand from the bleeding handprint on her face. "Don't... Don't hurt him..." She said, panting.

"I know!" Aspin was totally enrapt. "We need to plan some things, like where they'll sleep, and what they'll sleep in, and what we'll dress them in!"

"I would sincerely reccomended stepping away from me, Kodlak." Drevin said in a frosty tone. Though he was old, with grey hair, he still stood tall and strong, and though he had a walking stick in his hand, he looked prepared to use it.