Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140712122513/@comment-11457306-20140716022434

(Google it.  I took my philosophy classes in college and I'm done.)

Tegan stared at the ceiling and wished for something much stronger than a (fricking) horseradish leaf, which reeked, to ease her headache. She could not sleep and everytime she tried to rise her head felt as if it would split open. The only good thing about this was the food. She prayed nothing would go wrong tonight with the plan to investigate the cage, or with Bjolmar's tryst.