[You can hear a thud, and suddenly a bit of cursing. Soon enough the swearing became short breaths]
Strife.
...
Unfortunately, I think...I'm going to require your assistance.
(OOC: Whoop, Rufus had a nap after taking care of Nill all night, I'm assuming, and he woke up from his fun nightmare of the time he had Geostigma. 8) A disease him that
(
Read more... )