Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-5583506-20150830000847

Evelyne's coughing was getting worse. Up until the point where she decided that she couldn't stay in the inn anymore, lest the group would get irritated. Instead she headed out in the cold and knelt in the snow, coughing for all she was worth.

''Do... do diseases stick with you?''

If that was the case she knew that she would die again soon eventually. And it hadn't been the most pleasant death the way she remembered it. It had been slow and dragged out. An experience she preferably didn't want to go through again.