Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181218223832/@comment-24510587-20181229134705

"Need something?" Marr asked the man as they approached.

Graicus stepped right into a torture chamber. All sorts of torture devices were strewn across the room. The dried blood was still on the floor, even after all those centuries...

On the other side, a black-clad mercenary was sat at a table, reading a book in the candlelight. He evidently wasn't paying attention to her right now.