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Post by Ophira on Dec 18, 2008 13:09:44 GMT
Ophira pushes open the huge doors with an awkward sort of boldness. Inside, the Palace was dead, as usual. Just a fire crackles and spits in its grate along the far wall to indicate there had been life here not long ago.
The rumor had spread remarkably quickly and Ophira had come to have it confirmed. The Almighty Lord Draxus had been vanquished, and by a mere mortal! She laughs aloud at the thought, picking up some priceless ornament and turning it carelessly in her hands before replacing it. She folds her arms, tapping her forearm with her fingers. After an impatient minute or so, Ophira heads to the fireplace. The lack of sunshine meant she was permanently cold in this world. At least she could be warm whilst she waited for signs of life...
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