Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150513015201/@comment-25876934-20150527010412

((Frist! Frist!))

Rassilon turns away from the Wanderer. "Well, I thank you for the information. Maybe, if you behave, we can allow you off-planet... supervised, of course."

She nodded briefly. "Thank you.. sir..." Her hands bore scorch marks, a testament to her extant willpower, as well as to the power of the electricity.

"Regrettably, I have no more time for idle chit-chat. I have to speak to Chancellor Narvin." With a short glance in her direction, he departs the room.

The Wanderer sighs, her head lightly striking the gilded wall.

'''I'm... sorry...'''

She exhales, her eyes closing. As much as she needed to stay awake, her maimed nerves were clamoring for the relief only a trance could bring, and she was in no state to refuse them. Soon, her steady breathing was the only source of sound in the room.

(('night.))