Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-24701913-20151011015428

Elinnel had followed Lyria, although in a less obvious way. She kept to the rooftops with her musket in hand, waiting for a clear shot to his head, or preferably the face.

She would see the death of that fetid dog, Calcian, no matter what needed to be done.