Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150923172856/@comment-5583506-20151019142133

Anhjari couldn't remember the last time she had slept so well, and under the circumstances it was a miracle if anything. On the bottom floor they had a hideously mishapen and immortal alchemist who was struggling to get inside while they were going to choose an alternative exit and leave for Boneshatter Cave before Ignatius had a chance of knowing what was going on.

She sat up the bed and headed for the wardrobe. Inside there were multiple robes of the same design and she recognised them all too well. Ignatius had worn an identical, although centuries older. It sent shivers down her spine just watching those black ghosts hanging in there. But she couldn't travel the countryside naked, even though she reckoned that Astien certainly wouldn't have minded it, and so she chose one of the black robes. The fabrics felt cold to her skin. On the right side of her chest there was a little alchemical symbol embroidered with a small text underneath.

Some tries to catch shadows and prevail

while others succeed, yet to no avail...

It was kind of a bleak and sad text to put on a student's robe, she thought, but in the end it didn't matter. What mattered was that they would be on the road as soon as possible, so that the incoming demise of the Crimson Order could finally bear fruit.

She left her chambers, walking down the corridor looking for Kay's chambers.