Petrillia Ilyanov

Petrillia smiled awkwardly at Brandon. "Umm...no. I just need a hot bath and some sleep."

With the fear of the uncertainty of her fate fading to a bad memory, Petrilla felt more like herself. If it wasn't for Creeper's irritating voice, she could (almost) ignore the stench around the damp cave.

"TopDog...your big boss...he went that way. Is HE a dum-dum?"