Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-25828117-20191023132309

Lysilde's long ginger hair and garments flapped in the wind. Glennwyn seemed confused, she had to hold the magical sword by the hilt to keep it from flying off to dispatch whatever threat it sensed. She did not shield her vision like Ficaphlon.

Helian did however, bringing his bare forearm up since he had rolled his sleeves up. Despite the autumnal appearance of Summserset it hadn't been cold so far.

Abaresk seemed to want to wiggle out from between his legs somehow, it was hard to keep the horse on track but he managed. The young lad would probably develop quite handsome thighs in the course of this quest.