Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-24123288-20160611094739

(As I said last time. Choo choo motherfluffer!)

Kay yawned, whilst she waited at the stables for the others to arrive. She'd been here over an hour now, having popped into the building to finalise things with Velaryon and reconfirm details with herself.

While not as afraid as before, the Imperial still has some issues with sleeping in the dark. Every night when her candle goes out, she wakes up in a jolt a few minutes later, deranged howls running through her mind.

It was nights like that, where she missed Geralt the most. The Witch Hunter had a way of calming her down and making her peaceful that just could not be replicated on her own.

Kay sighed and glanced eastwards, wondering just what will happen when they get to Tear and the Limping Guar inn.