Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150817173834/@comment-6006054-20150826021203

Kjalek debated going up to comfort the girl with the dog. He wasn't sure how much help he could provide in that respect. He had seen many burnings. Burnings of homes, people, lives, dreams. He tried to keep the expression of shame and sorrow and guilt from his face. He couldn't. He took a deep shaking breath as he walked.

His footsteps crunched in the snow as he walked up besides her. He was distinctly aware of the scent of blood on him. That wouldn't help. Hard to be comforted by an augur of death.