Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-25828117-20200209140334

Eventually Clodagh just by the virtue of being silent made the mer woman leave on her own accord, looking for someone else to ramble at.

A large black green spire rose up over the rooftops towards the south gate. A contraption of the drowned elves that now lay in disuse. The material from which it was hewn was coarse and vaguely organic, it had since become thoroughly desiccated and caused an odour of ocean breeze to come off it. A saltiness that was just a little too present. It wasn't too bad now, but one could imagine remaining near it would dull any other tastes over time, replacing it with saltiness.