Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191023130830

They walked further, a breeze ripping through the forest.

"We'll pass through a rift now." The monk said. "Don't be alarmed. My name is Ficaphlon, but the way.  If something alarming happens, be sure to scream that."

The breeze grew strong, until they were being blasted with eind. The trees began to shake down to their roots in the torrent.

"Nothing to be alarmed by!" Ficaphlon raised his voice, shielding his face with an arm.

Nyasia set her hand on her scimitar, tense.