Prayher walked throught the smog covered street heading towards the place where she kept her songsheets she hated not being able to sing..but that couldent stop her brothers and sisters so she might as well let them sing her songs for her. the Breatheren chatted away in her head thanks to her tabard she wore singing songs marching songs love songs and all types enjoying themselves. Prayher watched him leave and instantly began sawing he thick ropes on her legs on a blunt axe head. how long she had she did not know but it was better to try than do nothing!