Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180411001052

The child moves closer to Praetor, her expression unchanged.

“Mr Jorge, it’s me.” She our stretches her arms in a hugging gesture moving closer to Praetor at a steady pace. More of the raven like birds begin to circle over top of the group. It isn’t before long that Armata and Acheron begin to share Jorge’s suspicions.