Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191008120829

The cloak settled on Kashya, hiding her features well. The smell of the cloth reminded her of Senchal. The cotton used, smelt especially like the cane growing around her place of birth.

Majsha seemed none the wiser because even as she turned her head slightly she didn't appear to notice Kashya following her.

Eventually she wandered down an alley that seemed to lead to one of the golden spires that stretched out over the city wall, near the edge of the precipice.

The woman getting up had no intention to listen to Nyasia's commandments and was about to run off.

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Lysilde had heard of the way of the take, but didn't really know the specifics.

"I see." She nodded.

"It is however the case... That wherever the wandering nation has been, people seemed to have lost items. Usually tools. Only rarely gold."

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Shrava could feel her mind get hazy from the strong scent. They had been smoking powerful stuff here.