Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-7262318-20191025012929

Shrava had been up most of last night, worrying and keeping her eye out for Delusul. It had felt too real last night... like he was there, burrowing his way back into her head. That was a mistake she could not allow herself to repeat.

She was manipulating a flame in her hands, making it dance in rhythm with her fingertips. She would not allow herself to be caught off guard.

Garran slept well enough, but he kept waking up midway through. His ears would pick up on the slight sounds in the woods, such as twigs snapping and birds hooting. He could not get back to sleep, thinking that he was going to be taken off of his feet again by an errant blade.

Alvoran, it seemed, had the least amount of damage done to him. The mist had been a frightful experience, but his meeting of his childhood hero, in the realm of the Nords no less, certainly helped him put the terrible experience behind him.