Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191230050209/@comment-25828117-20191230162848

Sophius sat on a flat stone with his crook by his side. He held a piece of paper with curious dots on them. punctured through the parchment. He brought his finger over the holes and seemed to be taking notes before he switched over to a book with a needle and then he carefully and deliberately punctured holes in its pages.

Lysilde meanwhile looked around, wondering where Shrava had gone. It would be better if they remained in the glade for most of the upcoming days.