Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180306200349/@comment-7262318-20180313205303

Alvoran watched the boy with mild interest. He remembered being young and naive like... well, younger and more naive than that. How quickly times had changed.

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Somewhere nearby, Shrava watched the group with a bit more interest. The masked Ice-mage, the pink-haired shopkeep, the boy with only a sword to his name, and the depraved Imperial man. The Reachgirl, too.

They had the makings, but none of the charm. Skills, probably. But the personalities, too silent. Too brooding, angry. She quickly ducked behind some cover and opened up a little flicker in her palms.

"This cannot be them... could it?" She asked it. "Perhaps... these groups, always new, always changing... The new foot forward, then? Or maybe we are wrong," Shrava said. "Wrong, most likely. I will look, of course, for you. Not hopeful..."

She closed up the fire, and simply continued to watch.