Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170711045154

Racer paces around nervously. She .. seemed not to like the place. She was about to turn to the left - when she sees something that makes her fall on her butt and grab for Cire's leg.

It was .... a crude reinvention of the Order Cross. In wood. Hanging by the tree in a desolate, dead forest.

Wait... what?