Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190929011112/@comment-7262318-20191002213504

"Let me burn this place down," Shrava said, fire lightly flickering in her hands. Her mind, much like Lysilde, was a steel trap. Years and years of being exposed to the aillments in the Shivering Isles had helped, and these last few months she had been able to hone it to where many temptations and maddening ideas were of no effect on her. Except, of course, for her rage.

"This One will take a but a moment to clear this place out and its drunken thieves..."