Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190224002438/@comment-24510587-20190224134625

"For the umpteenth time," Vyrine responded, not really having realised Reina had joined them.

"Right," Marr nodded, ridding himself of his cuirass, his chain shirt, and finally his undershirt.

The blackened hand print was still there, in all its leathery glory. It had not changed or grown, fortunately. Whatever trickery this was, it wasn't spreading.