Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160830012341

Dust falls from the ceiling as the rumble is felt. Asja looks up and steps aside deftly to dodge a small falling piece of plaster.

"It seems that your wife is taking care of watching over us," she says with less than usual sarcasm. She addresses the group. "If youre looking for a way to get to that floating tower---and I assume you are---I regret to inform you that it has long since left."