Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20191216022700/@comment-34818102-20191227220322

The Wight frowns at the Phantom as she leaves. "Why can't she just find a man and stick with him? I suppose it doesn't matter..."

It seems that Esme's standards for surprisingly well meant that the Merchants still sold their wares in town, since for the most part people were in their homes, either seeking to evade the Ghouls and Zombies that wandered through town, or busy in bed satisfying their new Undead wives.

Francesca could see that the area around the walls was covered in mist, preventing any of the Zombies and Skeletons from seeing more than two feet in front of them.