Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180124092153/@comment-26108027-20180218040656

Loti readjusts her grip on her sword nervously. Blood drips onto the clay around her hooves.

Tiral starts trying to squirm towards Akata.

"We need to get off the Arena! I-" Tiral stares at the clay for a moment. "You don't happen to have a soul gem, do you?"