Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191223012920/@comment-25828117-20191227012033

The sheep herder was none other than brother Sophius.

He was smoking a pipe, the stem just reached beyond the shade of his hat's brim. With both his hands placed on his gnarled shepherd's crook, the fingers nearly just as gnarled, he sat still and waited for them to approach.

The man was blind but somehow seemed aware of his surroundings.

"Well come Lysilde. It is good to hear you again in person."

Lysilde descended from Morin's back and bowed before her mentor. Her grey dress pooled out over the ground.

"It is indeed. And I am so glad to see you unhurt after the attack."

The wise man readjusted his grip on the crook.

"Has Kashya found her way back to you yet?" He asked.

Lysilde was slightly surprised by how that was phrased but shook her head.

"I had the impression she would've taken the opportunity to go off on her own again."

Sophius smiled.

"Do not be so certain, Lysilde."

As if she was reminded of an important tenant of her training she nodded and bowed her head.

"Yes, mentor."

Helian didn't exactly know what to do right now. He supposed dismounting was a start. Stretch the legs a bit.

Nemicus had already done so and turned to Emile.

"This the guy then?"