Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20151220012350/@comment-26444332-20151225172541

Cyllessil sheathes Aeglos and stands.

"I cannot go. Perhaps some of us may meet again, while others," at this she glares at Kumulk," will most likely find the only welcome they find from me or my kin will be an arrow through their solar plexus."