Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-25828117-20191112165227

The question was of course if Baldr, Alvoran and Emile could follow her.

Nyasia could feel the wind blow her curls to one side of her face, as did it make her garments flap in the stiff breeze but the stone ridge seemed to hold. If she were to look down she saw the city end and the valley that was also visible from the mouth of the Vault's entrance begin. A river snaked here and there in the dark canyon, still untouched by morning light.