Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140929032244/@comment-24296957-20150812115717

Amet climbed aboard and went over to the railing. If the Kiyng was alive, he would never know. Not unless he read and found the clues for himself.

Tiredness seeped into his bones as the airship flew back towards Beacon. The nightime scene was very different - the lights of Vale shone into the inky darkness, shimmering off the bay and into the sky. But despite its beauty, Amet wondered hom many creatures were out there, still stirring among the darkness. He feared they would find out all too soon.

But maybe Regda was right. Amet took the book out and looked it over. Maybe he did have to start trusting people. He handed it to Regda.

"I'll never know unless I read."