Grey and Hroth…Everyone, you don’t see shit…
From the other side of the wall the muffled voice answers.
“My family petitioned my presence, and the Office of Ancestral Intercession granted me transit and license of intercession, so like I said, I’m supposed to be here.”
She says this all very matter of fact like she expects you to know what she’s talking about, then she steps out. The figure that cautiously steps out of the wall has a calm but guarded expression, which shifts to one of interest as you all stand there for a moment, taking each other in with an awkward silence
“You on the other hand…don’t belong here do you?”
