by Kexti » June 7th, 2015, 6:55 pm
The monk stared at Taozhu. His grip had shifted towards his sword. The blade remained still, pressed into the wood of the floor. “All of them,” said Taozhu, “All of them are under Morinth’s control.” The mage said his words carefully, even as his aura wavered. Kex’ti read fear, concern, compassion. ...