Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181024022827

(Doc) Imperia’s eyes stay glued to the cracked doorway for a few moments after Aurora vanished, her curiosity peaked with sighting of the unfamiliar girl. She however returns her attention to cleaning. Particularly focusing on the dirt under her nails. For nothing irritated Imperia more then having dirty nails. She kept a smile on, trying to maintain the charming elegance she had when first meeting Ferra.

Needless to say it was a difficult task as Imperia looked as she slept in a gutter for months, the situation at hand ate at her as well. Two whole weeks she was locked in a moldy cell, starved and used by Barghest. Imperia had finally tasted the horrors of common folk who are taken advantage of by bandits and the corrupt people in power. Imperia Long has been atop an ivory tower and safe from such pains. Being the toy of a monster like Barghest, gave her a perspective on what kind of hell Pramool might create.

(S9) Marcus quietly nods, agreeing to help. Armata runs a finger through his chin whiskers. “Lead on.” He says, then turns to Xeris and gestures her to follow.