Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24965182-20170630060211/@comment-24934423-20170803164302

Soon enough, the room is empty, leaving only the Wyvern, the man and a smouldered-out torch.

With her bag looped over her shoulder, the Wyvern stands under the open trapdoor. "I'll carry you out," she tells him as she motions for him to come over.