Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180314113726

Tirush says nothing as they step through the portal and into Armata's world. She isn't overly trusting of him, and (having never told her husband) not trusting of magic in general, but she has little choice. She looks around distastefully at the bloody corridor, and equally so at the decrepit house.

She can't read the common speech so she doesn't know what the picture says, but she can make assumptions, judging from what she sees. Her hackles rise as she is assaulted with a menagerie of unfamiliar smells, none of them boding well. The dull, warning smell of decay; the sharp, salty smell of blood. It's everywhere. It couldn't be more prominent if she had been lying in a blood-filled tomb. It masked almost everything else...almost.