[The well-dressed man seemingly from a few centuries after Narsus had nary a second to move when he heard a voice nearby. Though he fancies the idea of letting the poor man run headlong into that nearby wall, the despaired cry changes Valerius’ mind in an instant. Whatever could -that- be about…? Could there be regrets behind this? He had to know.
So yet again, Valerius puts on a mask of kindness and gently braces the other man’s body before he can pitch himself into a painful injury]
Now, I don’t know who you’re calling for, but that wall was certainly not going to be of any help in finding them.
C.
So yet again, Valerius puts on a mask of kindness and gently braces the other man’s body before he can pitch himself into a painful injury]
Now, I don’t know who you’re calling for, but that wall was certainly not going to be of any help in finding them.