Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190618231022/@comment-38232361-20190619025317

(Heeeeeeere's Jelly!)

Aaron was correct in assuming she didn't want to talk to him, as Mirabelle wouldn't even look him in the eye as she rubbed her shoulder. She walked back to the wagons and climbed into the one furthest from the Gehennan prince. The whole while asking herself if she was upset because Ben went to Gahenna, or because he came back to life and never made an attempt at contacting her.

MEANWHILE, at the hidden chateau...

The man clearly likes what he sees, but does not let his eyes linger for too long. "Very. My real name is Richard. Richard Dûr Peredhel. I believe I've overheard your first name being Freya, but I haven't had the pleasure of learning your last?." Being a Dark Elf, Freya could understand that Dûr Peredhel was not a name, but an elvish term for an illegitimate half-breed, a bastard, and the man visibly seemed to know this. Additionally, as she continued to wear his mask, she could swear she could hear a voice, but can't make out what it was saying or where it is coming from.