Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191031190839/@comment-44540575-20191203062618

Smiling, Roslyn nodded again, and conjured her empty dish to the sink. She snapped away the bloody old wrappings Forkle had brought her in, and conjured over a blanket from a nearby armchair. She laid back down in couch, thankful she had found a friend in this strange place.