Edrei Launceleyn
You know I talk too much. Come put your lips on mine and shut me up
You know I talk too much. Come put your lips on mine and shut me up
Nah, Edy didn't need to come upstairs. A little banging metal was hardly cause for alarm. Instead, the younger Launceleyn stalked through the hallways using magic to burn away the cobwebs in the corners. Every now and then she'd stop and shake the bars, slam a door and then ram her shoulder into it, and anything else she could reasonably expect a prisoner to try and do while within.
Satisfied that at least as a primary step the jail would hold, Edy collected the carcass of the bloatbeetle and tossed it outside with a dramatic clap of her hands to rid herself of bits of the dead bug.
