backdated to yesterday.
Someone had nodded off on watch. Meridian slipped past the sleeping guard, creeping through the catacombs and into the halls. The setting sun cast shadows onto the red rock, helping conceal her stealthy frame. A fellahin padded through the hallway, carrying a bundle of fresh bedding. The priestess froze, ducking behind a boulder. All clear.
She ran. Meridian wouldn't stay here any longer.
☼IC ≠ OOC
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