Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-12599067-20140705212456

Valuril, who had reluctantly tossed aside her last half-eaten skewer and followed Ranic up onto the rooftops by clambering up a stack of crates and grabbing a window sill, perched herself onto the roof opposite the window the Breton had burst into and aimed her crossbow at the Breton, ready to fire the minute he made any motion that would indicate an attempt to either attack or escape.