Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190831200443

Clodagh

Lysilde set down her saucer as well. Letting it balance delicately on a tree trunk beside her, not worried it would slide off.

"You are too hard on yourself. This quest. It is vital... It has been written so."

Garren

"Yes. You can." Lysilde smiled. She seemed quite comfortable with him. Not afraid like the others. Or repulsed.

She approached him, standing quite a head smaller, but no less sure of herself.

Mozu

Lysilde nodded.

"Very well."

"You are to meet me at Weaver's Glade, North of Weye the first of Last Seed. It lies close to New Imperia. It is where my mentor lives currently."

She placed a hand on Mozu's wrist.

"I must warn you. You will not be the same once this quest is through."

Emile

"I go by the name Lysilde." The lady said, trying to make him feel at ease.

"That wound is going to fester if it's not healed."

Nyasia

"It has been foretold. Written in the scrolls." Lysilde revealed.