Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160518214445/@comment-5543592-20160520194353

As they descended deeper into the ruin, Scire was aware of just how dark it was, and how the air was heavy down here.

The darkness mattered little to him, but the chill in air, matched with the breathing of all those around him, sent a shiver down his spine.

It wasn't much of a wonder that ghosts inhabitted a place like this. It was very ghost-worthy.

"Anyone know any good stories about bright summer days?" He asked, glancing side to side as he spoke, not liking how his voice echoed in the darkness.