"Life; She is such a terrifying mix of Beauty and Pain."
~
The Secret Cell, the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Jaycob Israel Oreius, the Perceptive Rook
"And how are you feeling?" asked the olive haired young Archer, stepping into the cell of the elderly and skeletal man upon the cold floor.
"Like it is a wonderful day to see my wife, at long last", replied the long-abiding tenant of the confidential shell, his voice faded and frail. Jaycob appeared worried.
The robust companion squatted down beside the man and took his cold hand to hold. He kneaded the senile one's palm gently and noticed that it remained pale, with no blood rushing to the surface.
