Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20190605175903/@comment-13488655-20190715160426

".... Go right ahead." Flint gritted his teeth as he looked at Lady Wyvern with sorrow unlike anything he had felt before. This woman, was dying in his arms. Despite all their attempts to treat her wounds, the damage was too great internally. It was his duty to hear her words now... Who else was there to listen to her last few seconds of life?