Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140104032256

Anwen sat on a raised portion of the pavement (like a curb) and hung her head, exhausted. She wasn't cold anymore--not yet anyway--the fight had definitely warmed her up, but she was wet, angry over losing her lute and very frustrated at having done little or no damage to the Dreugh that had targeted her the most over anyone else. She wanted to kill something.