Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140130042029

As Torene entered the dank, wet darkness of the tower behind the men, climbing down the ladder, she paused, hanging on tight as a wave of nausea washed over her. What is wrong with me?

Anwen nearly stepped on her fingers. She looked down at the dusky Breton woman. "What's wrong, Torene?  You okay?"

The nausea passed. "I'm fine, I just--" she shook her head. "I'm fine."