Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191114211038

Lysilde didn't understand. This was not supposed to happen. They had a plan. She had gotten there in time but he... She felt unwell. These relics. This quest... What good would it be if those she was guiding perished... She steeled herself.

This wasn't about them, she told herself. This was about something bigger. The prophecy...

She needed counciling.

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Shrava meanwhile foud that 'back' wasn't an option. The canonreeve and his men stood there.

"Let us go to the balcony, shall we?"