Biting her own finger hard enough to let the ichor seep out, Livia rubbed the quill into the wound before it closed, and opened the large, leather-bound tome.
“New Entry – Book of Fear”
I am afraid that they might have broken. Viggo and Titus aren’t…anything anymore. They’re consumed with guilt, and BORING. I swear by the River Styx, we’re walking around a hole in the ground, taking turns looking inside. Sure, there are some ghosts left over from the war, but seriously, we’re going in a circles.
And they were PROUD of that. “Look, we’ve made it all the way around!” Like there was something else that was going to happen. And now they’re afraid of giants too. No, that’s not quite it.
Titus Oberigo – afraid to stop moping about
Viggo Blackbriar – afraid to take action of any kind
“I’ve got to do something, I’m not a walk in circles kind of girl…” she muses. Then a wicked smile crosses her face, and stays there…
She has to bite her finger open to finish the entry. If anyone nearby had a light, they would see the last entry read…
Viggo Blackbriar – afraid of girls…?