Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20151002174806

Sander looked down at the man. He was probably the assisstant of the first priest he killed not long ago, as a job for Anna. He regretted unnecessary bloodshed, but he knew life had a way of punishing him for things he did in the end. Living on borrowed time.

"Over there, at the side of the altar." Sander pointed at a small wooden door a few meters to the altar's right. It was wide open, and he could still notice the smell of Anna's rotten body and ragged and bloody attire0.

"She's probably exhausted from controlling the beasts. Weakened. She won't post much of a threat to us."