Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190412232101/@comment-5543592-20190416000823

Svieva looked at the scythe then back at the man.

"Put that away, and I'll tell you." She told him, softly. And Svieva's voice had the same quality Graicus remembered. The association of blades, reflected red in the fire, the screaming of people being murdered, the smell of blood. Cool and calculated, with unbridled violence and rage only just out of sight.