Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150202210500/@comment-24701913-20150225032942

Nermea had, at first, glanced away as he did, she felt uncomfortable being looked at since she met the-

She tried to force her thoughts elsewhere, but the gore kept appearing in her mind, the armless man pleading for her to go back to the merchant, the merchant being stabbed and that...thing. It was enough to make her sick, to the point where she could taste the bile trying push past her throat.

She forced herself to calm down for fear of causing a scene. The memories didn't bother her again, but the small boy appeared in her mind, she couldn't help but to weep. The boy she had forgiven, the one she had talked too was dead. Gone. Slaughtered as if he was a pig.