Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5583506-20170707143325

Deaphanie gently touched Duncan by the cheek, staring deeply into his eyes. "It was not your time, Duncan. If it was... I would have bid you farewell there and then. As when it comes to dying... I've gotten used to it. I've been stoned, burned at the stake, been run through by swords, spears and arrows, I lost my head during the French revolution, I drowned when the Germans sank RMS Lusitania, and that's to mention a few."

She snickered. "I don't know if that counts as danger, but I make do."