Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190620233653/@comment-24510587-20190624131314

"Not the priority," Marr reminded her.

The catwalk made a turn, until it finally reached the plaza. Marr slowly approached the edge of the well, gazing at its contents. A thick, radiant liquid rippled inside, like glowing molten gold, so bright that the half-elf had to squeeze his eyes half close to look directly at it.

Marr frowned. He felt uneasy, this close to this well...