Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-26245872-20150102145144

Syinter's mind was telling him to reach for his dagger and kill her. He could do it now, but he was still ignoring it. His markings were going from the violet and the blue over and over.

Malpen held a gift in his hand as he knocked on Virlomi's door.

"Hey, its Malpen."