Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140506140937/@comment-3293219-20140509131238

Cray grinned broadly, loosening his grip on her arm and noticing that the tip of his ring finger felt wet, from where he had drawn a little bit of blood.

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"Thanks, I appeciate it." Gert said, with a smile.

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"So he worked for them?" Jaryl asked, unaware of the attack on the inn.