Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-11457306-20140622223800

Harridan bit her lip. She could practically feel the witch's anger. Items on the table rattled delicately. Being pushed out of the way and then having the parchment removed right from under her outstretched hand was just too much. She was being ignored. Harridan knew her well enough to know that being ignored was the witch's trigger point.

"Damia," Harridan motioned with her chin. "A word with you, please."