Grace stumbled through the inn door looking like someone had put her through a meat grinder. Twice.
Blood dripped from her shredded wings, leaving a trail of red droplets across the floor. Her ribs screamed with every breath. It was the kind of sharp, stabbing pain that made her want to curl up and die. One eye had swollen shut completely, turning purple-black like a rotten plum.
[I hate all these Pillars. Maybe you all deserved to be abandoned by Eternia, you absolute... UGH!]
Diana and Venus sat at a corner table playing cards. They both looked up as Grace crashed into the nearest chair hard enough to make it creak dangerously.
Grace spat onto the floor.
Diana set down her cards.
"You, uh, sure look like a winner."
"Yeah, I feel like it too." Grace tried to adjust her position. Bad idea. Very bad idea. "Ow. Fuck. Everything hurts."
