Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190628233914

As Jorge searches for his gear, a familiar voice speaks.

“Your armor is over there.” Imperia sits in a chair hidden in the corner, glancing through a book that looks more like a journal. “I hope you don’t mind but I washed you while you slept. Layoka wanted to sleep next to you, but you were covered in blood and smelled like, well, a man who’s been stuck in a suit of armor for years.”

Imperia closes the book and sets it down. The vampiress’ face is in shadows, but Jorge can see her glowing silver eyes looking at him.

“I’m glad you are alright Jorge.”