Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-25828117-20200111153902

"I suppose not." Helian said as he scratched his beard. It was getting long again, itching his neck.

He was under the impression that she would follow, along with all the others that didn't want to stick around being in the way. That included Nemicus.

Midnight seemed to be comfortable guarding Lysilde though.

On his way out Helian looked to see if Emile wanted to stay as well.