Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191009222229/@comment-7262318-20191013182018

Alvoran cast a small healing spell over the wound one final time before getting back into his armor. "I'll never take this suit for granted ever again."

"You can say that again," Garran uttered, tucking his arrows back into his quiver.

Shrava turned her back to the group while she slipped out of that infernal attire and got back into her robes. Garran stole a quick glance over and noticed the multitude of scars and stitchings along her back. They weren't the sort that were the result of mistakes with fire, either. Stitchings, lashes, other long lines wrapped around her shoulders and and abdomen. Many of them.

Shrava finally pulled her robe down and rolled her shoudlers. "They have kept our horses in health, yes?"