Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160730213701

I stop for a moment. Ibrahim watches as I crouch down in front of a single golem alone in a corner. My hand wonders to her face, it runs down her cheek. I look over her broken figure, a Golem used like a tool and discarded like a worthless one. But this no time to feel sympathetic or be distracted. Rising to my feet, we move further into the ruins. I begin to take point the deeper we go, my heightened senses serve me well in such a dark place. I listen well to the sounds of the ruins. Our boots against the stone stairs, the water from the ceiling dropping down, wind traveling down into the ruins.

I lead, as Ibrahim guides me forward.