Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5543592-20191126164604

"I could make you a tunic, Friend Garran." Cade offered. Scaldor glanced over at Shrava when she came near him, flicking ash off the end of his smoke.

Nyasia picked a rag out of a nearby bucket of perfumed water and used it to wipe her face off. She felt as though she had hit some block in her progress, one which she wasn't certain how to overcome. She missed Master Gaffar. A few words from him and everything would have become clear.

Baldr glanced over his shoulder, to where Clodagh and Lysilde were talking, and Nyasia took the opportunity to slip away.