Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20140622025837/@comment-24735981-20140624010937

Stalking through the city at the speed of a hundred year old paraplegic, Selyn searched for the monarch's stronghold, turning left, walking back and turning right, and asking directions from a market man. When she finally reached her destination, she licked her palms, slicked her short hair, and unceremoniously knocked.