Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140609180049/@comment-3293219-20140609202421

Isis was alone in the bedroom, which was a lot more cluttered than it was in the dream. Lots of papers strewn out across a desk, large binders, bursting with pages, which were contained by a tiny piece of string. A few quills, some alchemical ingredients and a few books, scattered about the floor.

It was obvious that someone used to live here...

Beside Isis' bed was a mug of tea, which was still steaming, hinting that it had been recently made.