by Mysti » Wed Aug 30, 2023 3:17 pm
Mysti, who had been sitting silently and still, enshrouded in unnatural shadows so that her countenance was unclear and semi-hidden, asked in a rather quiet, whispery voice, "So ... is an expedition to the City of Brass still needed? If not then -- I will probably go ahead and take my leave."
If anyone paid any attention to the way Mysti was behaving, it seemed as if she very much wanted to leave as, even through the supernatural shadows, she was obviously uncomfortable in the worst kind of way.
"I'm not ... really leading the expedition in any event. Therefore ..." But whatever 'therefore' she had in mind, she never gave life, for her voice trailed off into silence.
"Just let me know. If someone needs my particular ... skillset. I am at your service. If you do not speak to me here but would need me later, I can be reached at the Golden Bariaur Inn. Just leave a message with the doorman ((OOC: PM)) and I'll receive it."
After speaking, she leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples. Gods -- she felt awful. Really awful.
Mysti, who had been sitting silently and still, enshrouded in unnatural shadows so that her countenance was unclear and semi-hidden, asked in a rather quiet, whispery voice, [i][color=#00FF40]"So ... is an expedition to the City of Brass still needed? If not then -- I will probably go ahead and take my leave."[/color][/i]
If anyone paid any attention to the way Mysti was behaving, it seemed as if she very much wanted to leave as, even through the supernatural shadows, she was obviously uncomfortable in the worst kind of way.
[i][color=#00FF40]"I'm not ... really leading the expedition in any event. Therefore ..."[/color][/i] But whatever 'therefore' she had in mind, she never gave life, for her voice trailed off into silence.
[i][color=#00FF40]"Just let me know. If someone needs my particular ... skillset. I am at your service. If you do not speak to me here but would need me later, I can be reached at the Golden Bariaur Inn. Just leave a message with the doorman ((OOC: PM)) and I'll receive it."[/color][/i]
After speaking, she leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples. Gods -- she felt awful. Really awful.