Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24123288-20140604164747

 ''Why me? ''

 Veneficus sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes and praying somebody had spiked his tea with skooma. Before him stood a horned woman with rather large wings, black as night…

 “It’s okay…but please, leave before you bring any more stress to my chapel.” He said sternly, folding his arms and motioning to her odd appearance with his head.

 ''Or me… ''

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 Petra was still awake. She’d rolled onto her back and was now starig at the ceiling, trying not to glance at the door to the dorms too much, otherwise she’d seem desperate, lying waiting for her Argonian. Shame it was the truth…