Jan 8, 2014
+charismatic-catastrophe
Milivia sat outside far from her camp to be alone, though of course she had guards close by. The woman was sitting at a dirty picnic table that she had wiped down slightly to place a board on it, placing the pieces in their rightful spot.
A pre-war game she found many days ago.
She did not bother looking up to see whoever it was that approached her.
“I do not know why you have decided to interrupt me, but it better be of importance"