Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

sobielle asks a lot of questions, and though the shadow stained part of saint wants to recoil from them — to hoarde any truth about who she was in that deep, dark corner that it resided in — she finds that, mostly, she does not mind answering them.

she could tell any sort of fable she wished to, and yet she found the truth spilling from her lips as if she were spellbound.

vho knows? she shrugs her shoulders, hoping to communicate that there was no love lost there. they vanted me to be listener. eet almost vorked. likely, they find someone else to be listener. the curse of the dark cult that ran rampant thru her bloodline.