Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-29458028-20151031040725

(Ugh I was sleeping cri)

Lyrissa took the vial, looking at it with a certain disgust, in her right hand. She was about to just crush and vaporize whatever was in it, but a compulsion stopped her. This thing was, Lyrissa's apathy had dissolved ever so slightly when Quintus had helped her.

If not, she might have been in the whorehouse for all she cared right now. She was sure many would pay to lie with a broken angel from the skies. Even more, if they knew she was the lost princess of a shattered Empire.

Lyrissa shuddered at the thought, before pocketing the vial. She didn't actually like vampires, and killing them was something she wanted to do, but the man before her, she felt compelled to shake his hand and wish him well.

She knew he wasn't a hero or villain. Just a man with a mission. That impressed her more than any selfless or selfish justification. The greatest justification was after all ... the promise to the self. Lyrissa reluctantly extended her right hand.