Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160824202030/@comment-5543592-20160825015220

A Keshik crouched beside Diana, coming into her line of view.

"Kamandi." Crimson muttered, head lolling. They were tratiros, but Crimson didn't seem threatened by their presence.

The mercenary held out his hands to cast a spell, but first motioned for Diana to move out of the way.

Another Keshik spoke over her shoulder. A short man, with a potchy, misshapen face. "He's our leader." The man, Misfit, said. "We'll take care of him."