Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-25828117-20191227193645

"Yours is an illness of the mind. Normally one would have those reactions you mentioned at the sight, smell or sound of danger. But your mind has been tricked into thinking the sounds of peace are those of war."

She readjusted her shawl.

"That is the effect of such brutal warfare you were forced to endure. It has no name of yet, but there have been studies and attempts at alleviating the effects."

"I know of such ways that could help."

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Helian was left out with Abaresk. The horse snorted.

"Yeah... me too pal."

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The stables beyond a gate. A yard surrounded by a portico of wood with the stabled horses inside made up most of the establishment.

There was nobody outside.