Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140506141444

Triste shot a quizzical glance at Tanner. "Really?"

Killing Grimm was one thing she could help with, but seeing a human skeleton? A different story. Even though she nearly ripped Arro's arm clean off, he couldn't bring herself to kill someone. Maybe if her or someone else's life depended on it, maybe.

She held on to Tanner as they continued to saunter down the dungeon. For being a jail, it was in awfully good condition apart from the rest of the castle. It bothered her. Why would a place with so much death and sorrow be in a better condition? Not to mention there was something...that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the air, but the room just felt...off somehow. And Triste couldn't quite put words to it.

She held fast to Tanner, coming in a bit closer to him. "You know, I was kidding back there...but now, maybe I am scared.  Something doesn't feel right, Tanner."