Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150923172856/@comment-24141785-20151017143106

Astien was thinking about what had happened earlier. He felt like a coward, after leaving the headmaster to die and taking the lives of many guards.

They died because of me...

The Breton was interrupted when his lover kissed him on the cheek, bringing him back to reality. He wrapped his hand around hers, smiling.

"I'm glad we weren't interrupted. God knows the reaction Geralt would give us." He smirked, gently rubbing the palm of her hand.