Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171230182142

".... Auntie Margrit? How bad are the injuries?" Flint asked as he was barely able to clench his hands. His training and identity as the Midnight Hare was his whole life. If his back was damaged this badly.... He didn't even want to think about the lifelong consciquences. Still, he had to know.

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"Eh?... Good timing. I just recently finished my shift. I'll be there in about two minutes." Arthur replied to Nickelae over his scroll. Though his tone was quite serious. He could tell by Nickelae's voice that something was wrong. He just needed to find out if he could help.