Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31232700-20160411235647/@comment-27304481-20160412010114

The shabti runs after MsD as they are dragged away. MM: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." He begins to get more and more anxious, his aura worsening, loose objects shuffling off nearby shelves, but wrapping away from MsD.

SSD: To what end do you suppose that walk was for?

One of his tentacles touch to the floor, and he begins to percieve into the hallway.