Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-7262318-20190220183746

Meyline fell down near the cliffside, face down into a puddle mixed with blood and mud. Her leg no longer hurt, as it was beginning to grow quite numb. She no longer had the strength to move it.

"Graicus..." She weakly called out, trying to drag herself to the cliffside and see where the gladiator had landed. Perhaps is she was lucky, he was still alive...

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"... Yenith, it's not that simple. Raising a kid is a massive responsibility," Alvoran said.

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"It's also put us more on edge," Shrava argued. "As if we needed the help in being dysfunctional..."