Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20150723164238/@comment-25628880-20160318233612

"Dragomira? Who is she?" Emma said, appearing suddenly behind him. The hilt of a titanium broadsword was in her grasp. "Hi Scythe." The black-haired witch gave the blonde a smile. "How's it going? Anything I can do to help with... whatever scenario is going on that I am allegedly unaware of?"