Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20181029004213/@comment-30014014-20181116024840

Zafiah immediately returns to the front of the caravan, once more taking a defensive stance. Retreating as they were, she was none the kind to abate her guard until satisfiaction.

Remy follows suit, swinging his censur in a different manner. A protective ward to surround the expedition team with a choking ash rising from beneath the ground, resonating with his tool of faith, glowing in a blinking pattern as it encircles the ground like a patch of salt. Anyone or anything seeking to enter the perimeters would be faced with blinding and delibitating ash, searing their eyes as well as their senses of smell.

"This conflict has been resolved in a rather benign manner" the Hellblade speaks in a focused tone, her azure eyes piercing the horizon.

"They must be aware of that fearsome reputation you carry still" replies the ashen warden, gradually halting his swing, the dialect shaped to fruition.