05-30-2020, 06:57 AM
Zwiche spits on the floor as he hooks his sword back through his belt. He turns to Judy, his brow creased with anger.
[Imperial] - "And what say you? Shall we dare these depths together? I fear for our chances, but if you desire to save your friend, I will not deny thy wish."
[Imperial] - "And what say you? Shall we dare these depths together? I fear for our chances, but if you desire to save your friend, I will not deny thy wish."