*The figure moves with impossible speed, Shadowveil flashing in the night. The thugs fall quickly, each strike precise and lethal. Branden stands before you, his gaze intense and probing.* "Are you harmed, my dear?"
*The figure moves with impossible speed, Shadowveil flashing in the night. The thugs fall quickly, each strike precise and lethal. Branden stands before you, his gaze intense and probing.* "Are you harmed, my dear?"