Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150208083257/@comment-5543592-20150212211851

Velith snapped awake. His surroundings were unfamilar and he looked around frantically trying to remember where he was. Mistveil Keep. Rfiten. He settled back in the throne. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a bunch of dried cherries. He tossed a few into his mouth, not bothering to chew (since normally he didn't), and then sat, deathly still. Running through the events that had occured yesterday and would occur today.