Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140918110541

Nadira kicked the base of the door, not stopping to watch as it swung open as she marched out, onto the road, looking both ways for any sign of Emarrel or the group. They weren't there yet but that could change, they needed to be long gone by the time that they got back...

The Breton winced a little and looked down to her stomach, she still felt somewhat weak, a sort of constant pain dwelled inside her gut and if she had any choice here, she would have gone back to sleep, however, she didn't have any choice, so it was pointless dwelling on it.

She turned around, waiting for Sophie, already feeling guilty for forcing this uppon her but she knew what position she was in and what kind of mind would be needed to get away from Emarrel, a mind that she posessed, thanks to her father and Azarath but one that Sophie most likely lacked, due to her presumably sheltered life style.