Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150109212619/@comment-12599067-20150121013935

Ariadne was sitting within her own room, curled up in a chair with the book she always kept on her nightstand. She had already visited those in the sick bay, had a surplus of potions, and was waiting until later in the day to check up on Amaury, which gave her some free time to do as she pleased. Which, in this case, would be reading.