Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190601225408/@comment-37523810-20190923012543

Rowboats were already landing on the shore, fresh troops climbing out and running to their assigned stations. While suspicious glances were thrown at the Kobold, Beatice wasn’t receiving any issues, nor warm welcomes.

The door to Shira’s room having been left slightly ajar, Vez’nan could see through the crack that Shira was coiled on her tree log, keeping a blanket wrapped around her. In her palms was a purple, ominous flame, glowing vibrantly as she manipulated it with her hands.

Roran winced with every step as he eventually made it to the ship’s wheel, spinning it portside to aim at the docks just a few miles away.