I want to see the scene.
Six words. Six words, quietly, sternly spoken. A statement born out of a need for immediacy. A need for a first hand witness. A need to be less...removed. A need to be more...
Six words...but the response was immediate.
And he acquiesced.
So here he was, approaching the building that had at one time, been an old haunt. It seemed like a lifetime ago. He was...bigger then. It was a lifetime ago.
As he walked past the gates of Helston House, he reached into his pocket for the marble then looked up at the building and bellowed for the Moredhel-elf / werepanther.
Six words. Six words, quietly, sternly spoken. A statement born out of a need for immediacy. A need for a first hand witness. A need to be less...removed. A need to be more...
Six words...but the response was immediate.
And he acquiesced.
So here he was, approaching the building that had at one time, been an old haunt. It seemed like a lifetime ago. He was...bigger then. It was a lifetime ago.
As he walked past the gates of Helston House, he reached into his pocket for the marble then looked up at the building and bellowed for the Moredhel-elf / werepanther.