Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-32663439-20150312022919

Wah was also mentally occupied. He began to think of home. His friends, his family. He'd likely never see them again. He was a master of the styles of the Cresa-Tesai. He had a good, peaceful life. A pang of homesickness hit him. He especially missed his sister. She was always his best friend.

Maybe these new people could become good friends. He hoped so. He didn't really have anyone to return to. Not since...

Wah closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. He now focused on the road ahead.