Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190213203410/@comment-3293219-20190216000256

It was hard to keep track of time but the time between finding the blanket and something happening was just short of an hour. Just at the edge of the alleyway shuffled a rather small figure, who didn't exactly seem steady on her feet.

The hair and dress were a dead give away, the outline was Acelle's. However, she simply approached the camp site, gently rubbing her eyes and didn't seem to react to Kyris at all. Acelle looked incredibly pale, rather thin and her clothes were filthy, stained chest to knee in a dark red/brown substance. As she got closer to Kyris, her eyes looked stained from crying.

She found herself stopping, just short of Kyris, stiffening as she realised that someone was in her camp. She trembled on the spot before running for her life, back towards the exit of the garden.