Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140209200651/@comment-11457306-20140212020522

(I believe that's all of them.)

Anneken kicked the guard in the face viciously, then stepped over his body to examine Galadir's wound. The bolt had passed all the way through. "My magicka is depleted," she told him, swinging her backpack around to dig in it. "I have a healing potion though."

As she dug, the packet which held the dress she had stolen fell out on the ground. Memories of what she had planned with that dress came back and her eyes filled with tears. Damn him to Oblivion, the traitor!  When she met up with him next, she would kill him.