Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140426234213/@comment-24918737-20140505123154

Mornwen was sitting on a chair in the university, after having bathed and changed clothes. She examined Areindil's corpse. The wound on the back of his neck had grown, even after death, to resemble a collar. His body didn't smell, and it looked like he was sleeping, and not dead.

Mornwen looked back to Farethi. He still had the slit in his throat that she made. He looked more dead. At least his neck wound had not grown.

Suddenly, something that should not happen, happens.

Areindil opens his eyes.