The stale air of the dungeons always brought the mood down in Mysti’s opinion. Too dark, too dank, too… depressing for the blue skinned beauty to enjoy. Granted being the royal warden did make for a grim job. At least for most people~ She had already been waiting for roughly an hour now and was starting to get impatient. Sure, these humans were all about their order and laws, but when the sentence was always the same, why did it matter? After all, every prisoner would end up in the
The Elven Warden
By: MystiBlue
Favorited: 3 years ago
“Look Q’leta, I’m just saying, this has been our fifth attempt today, and we haven’t even gotten Ramuh down to half health!”
“Yeah? Well, so what! We can just keep trying until we beat him! There’s no reason to get all worked up over a few wipes!”
O’raha stamped her foot to the ground and glared at the other Miqo’te.
“It’s been more than a few wipes, Q’leta! It’s been week after week of no progress at all!”
Fat Cat Wipes a Raid
By: Smoge16
Favorited: 3 years ago
