Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141218235443/@comment-32663439-20141223032624

"Place the gauntlet on the table. Try to bind the shadows to their current form. Then, remove your direct course of magicka. Leave the glove on its own, without your mind to hold it in place."

Lucina thought for a moment. "If you say so," was all she said. She always respected what Adawulf had to say, but she disliked it when Vigarde was always making a point to be right. (Like my irl brother XD.) She looked around the town, examining the various people. She saw a blacksmith, an individual in armor plated robes, some peasants, a couple children, and a merchant. She looked at the individual in the armored robes curiously for a minute, but eventually she stopped. She said "Shor's Stone is nothing compared to Direnni. Was it any bigger than this before the Battle of Shor's Stone?" She was really hoping that one of her parents would answer, and not her know-it-all brother. He wasn't even existant then, and she didn't like listening to the third-party source all the time.