Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-30715799-20180504193951

Rosalind bowed her head at the Inquisitors words, feeling foolish. Her Drill-Abbottes would have beat her for such a remark. Even if she ment nothing by it. The Acolyte sipped at the recaf, enjoying the strong bite it had, as well as the warmth that flowed through her from it. She thought for a moment and asked," Is there a pattern to the settlements going quiet? An epicentre from which it began or a... chain like pattern on a map, where you could see a line forming?"