Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191018075609/@comment-5583506-20191019000211

Once Lysilde had left, Kashya could let herself be at peace. She was always quite tense around strangers, almost as if she was expecting to be assassinated herself. Even though she had travelled with this group for quite some time now, she barely knew anyone of them. And while she was aware that they would have a better chance for survival if they could trust each other, she just could not bring herself to escape the wall around her. It was too tedious, too dangerous, and more often than not people preferred the wall.

They were less intimidated by a walking, talking statue than the wreck of an individual. There was some cruel irony to be had in that.

Helian was probably the only one she felt she could let her guard down around. The young strap didn't seem like he could harm a fly, and he had entrusted her with a blade to his face, to which she would say that he was either a gullible fool, or far too kind and trusting for his own good. Probably a bit of both.