Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140806120402/@comment-5735114-20140809012453

Feran was brought great comfort by the Imperial City, with its magestic architechture visible in even the walls, and the White-Gold tower stood like a beacon of hope. Seeing this foreign city made him run even faster, his heart beating harder with every step he took. Within this city lay his only hope for life.

When Feran got to the soldiers, he stopped in his tracks, relieved to finally reach his destination, and simply lay down and panted for a short bit. Seeing the expression of the guards, however, Feran tried to breathe out a few words.

"Have... message... for... Empress..."