Private Tales Hidden from Death

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Faelin kept observing before finally returning to Maho.
»And why would you do that? This is solid rock...« The elf neared a wall, tapped it and listned before moving further ahead and tapping again and again; »3 meters thick, 4 meters thick, ...1 meter ... uh oh.«

The elf froze for a moment, waving with his arm to quit any funny business.
 
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