Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130609044857/@comment-27603392-20130609061800

"Thank you, miss Cicilia. My name is Crystal, Crystal Nelde." Smiled politely, she got up on her feet, rubbing her sore wrists with a glowing hand, "You seems pale.." Casually stepped outside of the cage, Crystal commented, placing a hand on her cheek.

The underground slave market seemed to be a maze, with an endless halls and dozens of doors side by side. Cyan eyes blinked slowly at the seemingly endless hallway. she unstrapped the book and mindlessly opened it: It glowed and took shape of a broom, floating in mid air as the red hair sat down comfortably on it, "Sit behind me, I'll help you out of here."