Snippet #1694955

~Jorma Yole

Jorma was contemplating the cathedral in front of her. Could this be the correct one? It seemed to be in the right location.
She turned when she heard her name and her eyes narrowed. "You are well known," she said slowly, thinking of how to respond. He was quite powerful and making enemies of him would be an interesting course, but it would probably bring too much trouble, so she feigned ignorance. "but this goal we seem to share, I'm not sure about it. What is it that you seek?"
He didn't answer and she scoffed as he reached out to her, then froze and forgot what she had been looking for. She felt Aro's hand slip into hers and let herself be walked into the church. Why would she allow this? Passively she watched demonic hounds rise from the floor of the church, people screamed and fought to escape but their voices were muffled and she decided to ignore them.