Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160902132647/@comment-25073873-20160906125656

Freya retrieved her gear, and decided to chase the men, although she didn't draw her sword. Her body wasn't very atheletic, and she soon ran out of steam and slowed down, left panting in the crowd. There was pretty much nothing she could do. Although she toyed with the idea of summoning her Guardian, performing such an act was silly - it wasn't worth it.

"Why does this have to happen on my first day!?" sighed Freya to herself. She decided to find a bench, and collapsed dejectedly into said bench.

A laugh could be heard in her head, as Freya Guardian decided to answer, saying "ya know, perhaps it is your destiny, for being a pitiful mortal. There's nothing much I can actually do to help you here. Smart choice for not summoning me and wasting my time on such trivialities."