Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-25808351-20170402162546

"Yup, no doubt that's Cyndwella's place." Marcus stops at the ajar gate, resting his hand on it. His nervousness reaches its peak and bites his lip. In his mind he knows that Cyndwella will rant and rave for his broken promise, above all, he fears that he may have been replaced. Summoning all of his courage he enters the mansion's perimeter and marches to the estates' door.

The lanterns on each side of the door burn with a familiar blue, spectral flame. They dance as if they have a mind of their own. Marcus smiles slightly as he thinks of the sensation they filled him with when he was engulfed in them, and the night he experienced Cyndwella in full. With all the hope, courage and strength he could muster, Marcus grabs the doorknocker and knocks.