Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5614539-20150826071350

Alwyn sighed deeply, sheathing his sword. In a quiet tone, he replied, "Coming to check on the flow of magic. It's me." He stepped in the room, and walked forwards, taking quick strides and crouching down beside her, muttering distinctly as the dried and withered flowers crunched beneath his bare feet, "Please, for the love of Yooyt, stop this. There are people in this dungheap who will sense the flow, and come and investigate. These are not people we want to find us. I know Cyrus sensed it. I sensed it. We don't want anyone else to, as well." He paused for a moment, before his harsh tone subsided somewhat. "May I join you in meditation?"