Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-25828117-20191208222904

Lysilde turned to look from atop Morin. Still more people were coming to gather. It seemed that all of Anvil was coming out for once.

A crier stood under the age old tree that had grown mighty ever since before the Oblivion crisis. His head stood out over the crowd due to the raised block he stood on.

Nyasia looked at the backs of the citizens of Anvil which largely consisted out of the dark haired and olive skinned locals of southern Colovia, some dressed in manners that reminded of Nemicus.

Nemicus for that matter stood deliberately more to the back, not wishing to be in the droning din of people talking due to his headache.

Helian meanwhile whistled for Dancer to stay up in the sky. He could come down once they were outside of the city.