Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191121132146

"Tough son of a bitch indeed, Sentinel. Thanks for the assist," Torsten agreed with the Sentinel's words as he casted a simple healing spell to himself. It was to ease the pain momentarily.

"We need their hea-" He was cut off mid-sentence when he saw the approaching Redoran guards. His instincts immediately flared, there was no reason for city guards to be this far away from Davon's Watch.

"Heads up," The ex-legionnaire commanded the crew as he approached the company of Redoran guards.

"You're a long way from the city, sera." Torsten pointed out as he made slow steps to advance at the guards, his hand on the hilt of his sword to signify his suspicions.