Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20191127203306/@comment-29564364-20200617145221

George would see that Emmeline was still asleep on the hammock that she and Alex had deployed between two trees the night before, mumbling something about sweetness while hugging a mana insulating body pillow of Alex in his undies instead of the real deal, who was nowhere to be seen.

Not far from the remains of the fire lied the collapsed iron golem whose inscriptions had ceased their blue glow. Nameless was still present, but his usually bright core had dwindled to a faint sparking.

As for the Mimic, she had also vanished, presumably to her pocket dimension for the night.