Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-7262318-20191024152738

Shrava was unmoved. The flames in her hand were growing brighter and brighter. Emile had attempted to kill her friend, and she would not make the mistake of not finishing the job.

"Shrava," Garran put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on... we got better things'ta do instead'a killin' each other here..."

Shrava glanced back at the Half-Orc and then back to the High Elf in front of her. She gave him one last harsh glare before turning and heading towards the end of the canyon, flames still burning in her palms...