Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26210095-20161015002246/@comment-26084195-20161027193125

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: As Anubis sits on his throne, he hears a faint whisper, something he would never have heard if another person had been with him, or if the room had not been so quiet.

I look forward to what you do next, it says, and is not heard again. He stands, then looks at his new weapons which hang near the throne, suspecting them.