Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-24123288-20140630223528

Petra shrank away as best she could, crying her eyes out. "But I...don...wanna...die..."

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Veneficus grumbled as the door to his chapel was roughly kicked open. He placed his writings in his desk and shuffled out of the undercroft. "Tabith?" He questioned, scratching his beard. "What's the meaning of this?"