EDREI
"Must be pretty bad if we can smell it." Edy comments under her breath. Glancing around, it really did seem as though there was fuck all here. It didn't make Edy think that Sam had lied or anything, just that...well, he'd shot his shot, she guessed, and now the Prince had fucked off. Or died. Or...oozed?
"Yeah, sure. You can read the inscriptions to me like it's poetry." She cackles, skipping down toward the end of the tunnel where it T's-off at the river. Glancing from the statue of the man to the one of the woman, predictably Edy chooses the woman. Her hand immediately goes to where her breast would be beneath the armour she wears, and the Rapacious gives it a fond rub.
"So what's it say?" She wonders, glancing idly over her shoulder at the rushing water before turning back.
"Yeah, sure. You can read the inscriptions to me like it's poetry." She cackles, skipping down toward the end of the tunnel where it T's-off at the river. Glancing from the statue of the man to the one of the woman, predictably Edy chooses the woman. Her hand immediately goes to where her breast would be beneath the armour she wears, and the Rapacious gives it a fond rub.
"So what's it say?" She wonders, glancing idly over her shoulder at the rushing water before turning back.
(D)ANGER
