Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190929011112/@comment-5543592-20191002195007

Nyasia crept low, sticking close to Helian.

Scaldor was expecting there to either be ghosts, zombies, or nothing the next corner. He'd be in similar situations to this a weirdly high amount of times--not enough for what might come to be predictable, but enough for this to be familiar.

"Better I go first, princess." Scaldor said, stepping in front of Lysilde. "Not as squishy as you are."