08-23-2014, 06:01 PM
Astien scribbled away, copying the records one page at a time.
Aralith stood Cormac before a dummy, this one was a perfectly normal one, unlike the weighted one Cormac faced yesterday. She gave him a dull sword. "Strike the dumy. Show me your form."
"You're hungover AND sad. Come on, well get you some lotus and tea, and you can finally tell me how Astien lied."
Aralith stood Cormac before a dummy, this one was a perfectly normal one, unlike the weighted one Cormac faced yesterday. She gave him a dull sword. "Strike the dumy. Show me your form."
"You're hungover AND sad. Come on, well get you some lotus and tea, and you can finally tell me how Astien lied."
I'm just here for a laugh
