Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191018075609/@comment-25828117-20191019103437

"What do you want, Kashya?" Helian asked as he brushed Abaresk's mane, assuming it was some sort of request. It did not occur to him that she might be trying to make small talk. Kashya never made small talk.

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Lysilde gently placed a hand on him for a second.

"...Anything you need off your chest." She once more reminded him before walking back down.

Emile saw the mole of Torval's harbor end into a large brazier. The fires lit allowed white smoke to rise, revealing easterly winds, ideal for their voyage.

Shrava was out of luck. The captain's cabin belonged to Nyasia now and the guest cabin had been given to Lysilde. She would have to endure hammocks, snoring and company of the other members of the covenant and the sailors of the Flashing Blade. If she wanted to be left alone though she could always sit in the cargo hold, even if it was currently filled with the horses and Helian and Kashya. One more alternative was the broom closet but that'd look ridiculous and not be big on dignity, let alone she would probably scare the next person to open it to death.

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Garran could see Nemicus instruct members of his crew on the etiquette required for their royal guest and her entourage. He wasn't pompous about it though. He seemed to have the well earned respect of his men.