02-19-2011, 06:26 AM
Percival, having heard Azara's calls, mumbled incoherently to John. When he wasn't getting anywhere, he slid slowly off the table. He took over holding the rag on the small wound on the back of his head and pinched his eyes shut. He stumbled forward and called out, despite the pounding in his head, "Azara?! Is that you?!"
Last edited by Squidie64; 02-20-2011 at 11:46 PM..
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