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First Post
Marot
Marot had been seated upon a dark purple velvet fabric covered lounge chair towards the back and side of the room -- watching the goings on in the manse.
When Jarrith stepped up to head out of the room, Marot snapped his fingers once -- then instantly appeared next to his Flame Brother in the doorway, while his image that remained in the seat said,"Lets be off!" before disappearing.
Scanning the surroundings, he whispers to Jarrith,"This place is dead anyways."
Marot had been seated upon a dark purple velvet fabric covered lounge chair towards the back and side of the room -- watching the goings on in the manse.
When Jarrith stepped up to head out of the room, Marot snapped his fingers once -- then instantly appeared next to his Flame Brother in the doorway, while his image that remained in the seat said,"Lets be off!" before disappearing.
Scanning the surroundings, he whispers to Jarrith,"This place is dead anyways."