Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-24510587-20191005001123

As Lysilde's tune became calmer, so did Emile. For the first time since she had met him, Emile's eyes were not neurotically scanning the area, not anxiously checking for escape routes. They were... calm. Like a rider having soothed a nervous horse. Without the unsettling gaze, Emile looked surprisingly different: collected and reserved, pretty charismatic, even. It was a glimpse of a man he used to be.