Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34263072-20180108111029/@comment-31336039-20180212165324

Némésis forced himself out of bed. His head was spinning, his body was barely responding, and a horrible taste of medicine burned his throat. "Drug?" he thought, trying to get dressed. Unable to find clothes and contending that Night was also lying down and still asleep, he tried to open the door. "Closed!" he growled. "The guards have to hold us back ... but we have no time, we have to catch up ..." It was then that the cry was heard again. Shaking the marauder, hit by cold sweats. "I have a very bad feeling."