
Alothia takes the paper from the boy handing them out and stops dead in her tracks as she reads the headline. "Dead? He thought he was Leviathan!?" She furrows her brow and reads over the article a second time, and then a third.
Tucking the paper under her armpit, she looks around before jogging off toward the exit of the city. She had to tell the others. Something didn't smell right.
Tucking the paper under her armpit, she looks around before jogging off toward the exit of the city. She had to tell the others. Something didn't smell right.