Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200115032614/@comment-25828117-20200117013318

Helian, dressed in naught but his dark green trousers came to sit by Cassian scratching his own chest with a plan to just sit there and gaze into the fire until he was properly awake. He had not slept well. A branch under the tarp had wrecked his back. He looked miserable and in no mood to cook breakfast.

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Lysilde took note.

"Ah. I see."

"You are well known with the aristocracy of Summerset I take it?"