Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140429222522/@comment-24685738-20140503225715

Maria stood behind him, quietly. "How... How are you, Julie?"

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Isis sat next to Jaryl. "So... How do you know Set?"

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The Guard sneered. "Fine. Your funeral."

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Cyrus stood up and cracked his neck.

He had been silent the entire time they were in the cell, gathering his magicka.

"Let's get out of here."