Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-29038468-20200921235712

The shadow looms over Samia as it stays on the wall, but shrinks without much further action. Morgan sighs. "What does it matter now? I don't know the layout of the place and my shadow refuses to tell me anything I want to hear. You saw it yourself, Uncle Marcus almost died out there fighting Beorthric. I thought...I thought if I could find him I could end it myself. Ease things for him, if just a bit. Make all of his troops flee at the very least. But now? I can't even make tail end of that forest by myself, and listening to my shadow only leads me astray. What help can I be if I can't even leave on my own?" She poses looking at the small crater she made.