Thirty seventh sip
[Peace Patrol]
You know, it'd be a lot easier if the castle let our prisoners stay prisoners. Arthas Menethil has gone home. I checked his room, checked to see if he'd left some sort of scent trail in case he somehow managed to bork the no-nameplate thing, nothing. He's definitely gone back to wherever the hell he came from.
Incidentally, those of you on the expedition, any of you dead yet?
[That done, Maladict is lounging on 'her' chair outside the Lux with a cup of coffee. In front of her is what can only described as a really weird chess board.. On occasion she moves one of the pieces, a dwarf or a troll, but she doesn't seem that interested in the game. Arthas going home and her conversation with the Midnighter has got her to thinking. She glances at her open journal before dictating into it]
Poll time, people. Do you think anyone can be truly redeemed for their past? What if they'd done something really awful?
You know, it'd be a lot easier if the castle let our prisoners stay prisoners. Arthas Menethil has gone home. I checked his room, checked to see if he'd left some sort of scent trail in case he somehow managed to bork the no-nameplate thing, nothing. He's definitely gone back to wherever the hell he came from.
Incidentally, those of you on the expedition, any of you dead yet?
[That done, Maladict is lounging on 'her' chair outside the Lux with a cup of coffee. In front of her is what can only described as a really weird chess board.. On occasion she moves one of the pieces, a dwarf or a troll, but she doesn't seem that interested in the game. Arthas going home and her conversation with the Midnighter has got her to thinking. She glances at her open journal before dictating into it]
Poll time, people. Do you think anyone can be truly redeemed for their past? What if they'd done something really awful?