Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-5614539-20150212104613

Aas they approached the building, they saw black cloth draped from the windows, and a black square up instead of a flag. Thryssa placed a finger to her lips, walking inside slowly. Once she got there, she started to weep when she saw the four coffins on the bier. Three were covered in sheets of black cloth, the three that died by weapon, and her uncle, the one who died of poison, was left uncovered. She looked at his face through the glass, and whispered, "Uncle Malyn..." as her tears dripped onto the glass, her grief immense. Sh went no nearer to the coffins of her brother and cousins. She was terrified, aggrieved and thirsty for revenge simultenaeously.

Aspin finished with moans of pain and pleasure, her walls contracting around Geistlig's manhood and squeezing it.