Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190130124642/@comment-24510587-20190204165752

"Right," Rolf nodded, wrapping himself in his robes and instinctively reaching for the Dragon Priest mask, even though it wasn't their. It felt... odd, not being subject to that constant nagging temptation the mask exerted on him.

"The chance exists that we'll grow equally old," Vyrine said. "So much for that elven longevity, in that case."