02-14-2020, 11:29 AM
[Imperial] “Aye, captain.” Andrea attends to Finch’s needs. “Vala, get that incense going.” Her squire lights up a stick from the campfire.
Andrea [Imperial]: “Our triumph came at grave cost. ’Twould be prudent to make for the encampment, as I know not when thou arms may function again. Although…” she looks around to see what became of the egg-bearing creature she first encountered.
Andrea [Imperial]: “Our triumph came at grave cost. ’Twould be prudent to make for the encampment, as I know not when thou arms may function again. Although…” she looks around to see what became of the egg-bearing creature she first encountered.