Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-25684606-20180608165304

The house was quiet under the relentless drumming of the rain on its roof and the faint humming of the primitive wires running through the walls. Not long however and the thunder rolled right above the it, seemingly shaking its very foundation. Chandeliers softly rattled and the cups on the table seemed to dance slightly. As the Sisters stepped to the window, the rain picked up, obscuring the view outside until little more than the vaguest shapes could be perceived with the naked eye.

Without a direct purpose, Toma moved to clean up the Inquisitor's desk, arranging papers to neat piles and putting away the cans of Recaf.