Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-19164168-20171201203400

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It took hours and hours, but finally, Aia returned to the infirmary, her face dirtied with the blood of those other than herself. Either from the royal family's guards or the royal family's themselves, if not both, it mattered not.

"It's done." she said tonelessly. The Jailor from before came in with another two knights, whom had Stauntax's weapons and armor. The Jailor did a few gestured with his left hand, and the choker in the Breton's neck removed itself like released shackles.

"Worthless." the Jailor mocked before the knights set the weapons and armor at a table and left with the former.