ZARIAH
Zariah's lips pressed together in a thin line as the icicle pierced her shoulder. It wasn't a fatal wound by any means but it fucking hurt. Fortunately though, she had been trained to endure far worse pain than that, which was all that saved her from the embarrassment of crying out as she grabbed at her wounded shoulder.
Just a flesh wound. Carry on.
With a nod towards Wessex she followed the Wraith's lead. The direction of supplies was most likely where people were after all. Adventuring down dark winding paths could be saved for a different day.
Zariah goes left!
Just a flesh wound. Carry on.
With a nod towards Wessex she followed the Wraith's lead. The direction of supplies was most likely where people were after all. Adventuring down dark winding paths could be saved for a different day.
Zariah goes left!
this is who we are, a product of war
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