Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170209134944/@comment-32420582-20170225083640

"Try to feel her magical presence, hers is nearly nonexistent," Vashjiir said, confusion flickering across his features. "She feels... cold, numb, even a newborn has more presence than her." He tried to describe, her presence left really off to him.

Lucina noticed the Moth Priest approaching, she stopped her chore and turned to face them. "Can I help you?" She asked guardedly, but politely as she warily examined the priest.