Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200119220646/@comment-5543592-20200121172028

"I think that makes you a hero," Antony said. "And the heroes always win.  In stories, at least, and the princess said this was a story, right?"

A crossbow bolt flew by Clodagh's head, embedded itself in the door not an inch of from her nose.

Across the room, on her right, the Dawnguard was seated on an anvil, the furnace burning behind him. It cast him as an armored silhouette.

"You followed me." He rasped.