Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-11457306-20131226042053

(What the hell.)

Anwen collapsed on to the lap of the soldier who had done the translating for his drunken friend. "I simply must have something to eat before I continue," she said, wrapping an arm around his neck and reaching for a plate. Any plate. The Sujamma had hit her hard. Torene looked over at Anwen in alarm, realizing that she was now quite drunk.

"You need to get her out of there, Jack.  Somehow.  If one of the soldiers tries to bed her--the illusion is only visual and I cannot hold it much longer."