She may not feel the pain, but the impact is tangible. Looking down at her foot, Wessex grimaces and mutters under her breath to herself. “Lovely… “ Looks like it’s time to head back to Torchline (with a pit stop to dispose of what she’s already taken from the shrine) and wait for her self-healing nanites to take care of this little foot situation. Hopefully in time for her next foolish adventure.
But first -
The Wraith pockets the windchimes and throws a rock at one of the lantern’s panes, hoping to break it. If she doesn’t succeed with the first throw, she’ll try again.
But first -
The Wraith pockets the windchimes and throws a rock at one of the lantern’s panes, hoping to break it. If she doesn’t succeed with the first throw, she’ll try again.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
