Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-7262318-20191024150053

Shrava wandered over to them and glanced back at Garran. "What... happened?" She uttered.

"Nothin'... Emile took a swing. Hit the wrong ghost," Garran said, keeping a hand close to his side.

In her fractured mental state, her one good friend being stabbed and still slightly bleeding seemed to register. She turned her haunting gaze towards Emile...