Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5543592-20150307025303

"Perdix!" The Gray Fox yelled when Sturkas had almost taken Valkyrie's head off. He gripped the edge of the pit, his knuckles white.

Perdix took a deep breath and sat back, trying to look unconcerned. He was way too invested in this. He didn't even know the woman, and even if she died there was still Torsdolk. Yet, Perdix couldn't help himself. He was too sympathetic.