[PH] [Solo] Undaunted

[Lycus]

Lycus​

Mage Hunter

1st of Spring, Year 1125

Lycus.

Lycus, don't you see?

The collar. The collar around thy neck. It doesn't bother you?

Great wings of metallic blue unfolded, bristling with water. From Lycus' lips spewed cerulean bubbles; they floated up to pop by his horns.

"No, Rækkis, it does not bother me."​

Claw upon the metal loop about his neck, Lycus slowly blinked beneath humming pipes of warm water, steam washing over him like a comfort. Proof he had supplicants, one could say! A far cry from the bath homes of Æntaris.

Reaching up to the tile floor, Lycus hoisted himself into the commons, shirking sleep from tired eyes. It had been too

EVENT. Deal with a Ghost, get REWARD.
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