Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:B0A2:418:7893:D42F-20191227042317/@comment-38555415-20191231172111

Gwen sat stone still, with the exception of her fingers absentmindedly sharpening her dagger. She didn't know if she was gonna be chosen but she would gladly take it if she was. Otherwise, she would keep sharpening her weapons.