Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-5543592-20191225220632

Nyasia shot upright in bed and conked her head on the wall.

"Fu- moth- what the-" she stiffled each swear before they could come out, holding her pounding head. She took a steadying breath, fighting both a hangover and now a bruised noggin, and wondered calmly,  "What's going on?"

Baldr was awake too, with less animation. He snapped his eyes open and rose quietly, intent on investigating.