Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-25828117-20191208231807

Lysilde leaned down one side of her steed and brought a tender hand to Clodagh's forehead.

"Hold still I will heal you."

The crier regretted to inform that because of the roads being cut off and the forests being unsafe there was no news from beyond the West Weald.

With the news delivered there was little reason to linger on the square and thus, slowly the people dispersed. Most of them in clusters consisting of acquaintances that were hotly debating whatever it all meant for their personal lives. Declaring how things ought to be handled despite their ignorance when it came to battles or strategy.

Lysilde waited for them to come back to the horses and her.