Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-5543592-20191213221506

Nyasia glared at Midnight. He really was tactless. And obtuse. He'd misunderstood what she'd meant.

Scaldor was puffing on his smoke, ready to move on whenever, unfazed. This was his upteenth time at a battlefield. Baldr was more somber, likely reflecting on memories of his own.

Cade was saying a quiet prayer for the dead.

"Then... let us ride on." Nyasia said, not seeing any point in lingering. How useless they were.