Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24296957-20140507150824

Triste relaxed a bit when Tanner told her about Knight's explination. She unloaded herp weapon and was lead to the throne room. Its large, solid oak doors were adorned with ancient carvings of what looked like knights. But the weathering had taken its toll, and the images were nothing more than a memory. Like this castle - a faded memory away from the world.

She held on to Tanner's hand, awaiting his next move, gazing at the doors before them.