48959:Dialog
Ah, a girl of few words. I like that. (looking back at Tranquility) Justina, it would suit you well to learn from your sister here.
Ah, a girl of few words. I like that. (looking back at Tranquility) Justina, it would suit you well to learn from your sister here.
Abby forces herself to make eye contact, while her fingers (dug deep into her pocket) grip tightly onto her silver necklace.
Standing tall in the room’s center (still in full costume) is the Possessor. He ogles the two new arrivals with blood red eyes. Abby comes to a wise halt, as Frank unwisely strolls past her – stopping just a foot from the Possessor. Frank extends a hand.
A few steps from him, leaning against the wall is Tranquility (still in costume minus the headgear), tapping a nervous foot against the rotting floor. She locks eyes with Abby, and Abby sees the fresh reddened bruise on her cheek. When Tranquility realizes, she turns her head away to gaze aimlessly across the room.
Wayfarer is the furthest away, near the back corner of the room. He sits criss-crossed on the floor, his long blue cloak removed and draped over a wooden beam. His long raven hair hangs over his face, partially concealing his recent battle wound. Hearing the footsteps, he glances up with an uninterested expression, then closes
Abby dims her self-generated light as she enters the well-lit room. Frank steps in behind her, getting his first look at the three remaining Feared members: Wayfarer, Tranquility, and the Possessor.