Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140312014600/@comment-11457306-20140321033654

Daria held the dagger with a trembling hand. She was tired and needed food. She could not hope to hold Ja'Keil off of Dral if he decided to attack, but perhaps at least she could provide some warning. Another movement off to the side attracted her attention. A tatooed man was maneuvering closer to them. Gods, what now?

(Good night.)