Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170209203227

"No... No..." The girl muttered to Gwyneth as she tightened the grip she had on herself. "Jag..."

"Miss, you gotta give us more than Jag," Dar'Zah said as he descended down from the tree tops. "Are you of the Ice-Fist clan."

"Yes..." She whispered. "My name is Fjola."

"Okay, Miss Fjola... what's happening?"

"They... they invaded our house," She pointed a shaky finger at the dead bodies of Goriyn's men. "They started... tearing it down. They, they wanted."

"Audmor."

She nodded, staring straight ahead. "We... the guards held them for a while, and then-"

"Let me guess, Jag?" Dalacon answered. She nodded again.

"Then let's not waste time. We must move before this 'Jag' finishes off the Ice-Fists..." Hafnir said, before looking at the girl. "Ma'am, you need to come with us."

"Leave me," Fjola said.

"This isn't up for debate, you have-"

"No," She cut him off. "No.. not while Jag's still there."

Hafnir sighed, and looked to the group for help. Would they leave her there or perhaps coax her to come with?