Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5543592-20191126162602

"It is a sailor's tunic!" Cade announced. He turned towards Garran, the fabric of his newest costume screaming at ever seam. "I find it quite dashing!"

At the bow, Nyasia lowered her scimitar, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down from her brow. She looked to Baldr.

"Strikes three through twelve were perfect." Baldr said. "Need to practice up through twenty-three.  Thirties were good.  Forty-nine into sixty was weak."

That was not what Nyasia wanted to hear. She bent over to rest her hands on her knees, panting. "Seventies?"

Baldr grimaced and raised a brow. It asked What do you think?

"Cut me a break, I was fast!"

"You were sloppy.  Distracted."

Nyasia glanced across the ship at Helian, who was playing with his gryphon. That was hardly her fault. "I will keep practicing."