Talk:The Chamber of Affinity RPG/@comment-32303-20120124143905

Thoughts spin through the Rhulain's mind as the mice leave.*  "They want me to rest?!" she thinks aloud, her voice rising. "I can't just sit on my rudder while creatures die!" She grips her sling, stone pouch and javelin determinedly, unaware that she's baring her teeth and her eyes are turning red. "I can't do it AND I WON'T!"