Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-5543592-20150404025816

The kept drifting down to Pris. It was getting awfully sneeze worthy. Malachi seemed on the verge of coughing or sneezing himself.

Darkfang examined Aetius' stock, coming to  a stop at the table where Pris' bow used to be.

"What was here?" Asked Darkfang. His voice was soft, almost to the point that it was scary, and barely audible. Yet, it also had an intensity that said I could kill you with a look.

"Oh, nothing." Said Aetius, trying to be dismissive. "Nothing mentionable."

Darkfang turned to Aetius, looking skeptical.