Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191212202415

"People... Just a lot of people."

And Helian's sight rang true. Not much later a caravan of refugees marching with whatever they could take with them came walking beside them in the opposite direction, heading for Kvatch. Their faces were bleak unsmiling, almost unemotional blank slates. The noticeable exceptions were their eyes. The eyes could not hide the pain they had suffered: Losing their homes, losing their loved ones...

For the staggering amount of them they were eerily quiet as they watched the covenant pass by. Even the children looked at them in silence as if they had learned to be like adults even at their age.

Those that could, helped carry every item conceivable. Some had oxen that pulled carts, others pulled carts all by themselves with on them belongings or the frail and weak. Sometimes someone would smile when they saw the covenant's faces. A human reflex more than anything. Others were too tired, or just didn't care and others still looked at them with scorn and hatred, those last ones looked like they would never love again.